READ, REV. 4:11 and 22:14

Pass me not most gentle Spirit!

Hear my mournful cry!

While on others you are waiting,

Do not pass me by!

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Saved so long ago, cannot remember,

Drifted so far away.

Service was with the worst of them,

World War II, so far away!

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Sure Jesus wept for sinners like me!

Nailed on to a cross-tree!

Though I accepted so long ago, did

He then forget me?

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Forget?  NO!  With each dying thought

He remembered that day!

So long ago I had accepted,

Before, like, drifting away.

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I was His child, cannot forget that!

Shot at, a rain of lead.

He delivered me, like, thousands of times,

While I wished I was dead!

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Actually tried with crazy stunts

To, like, get myself buried!

So I am ninety-two new, sure, living!

All these years God has carried!

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Think He had a purpose for this sad blob?

Sure, thousands heard God’s Word!

As I preached HIM from coast to coast,

Wielding the Gospel sword!

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Thirty-some years I served and more,

Still serving, not dead yet!

Unworthy this child, then who can attest

To worthy?  Just now connect?

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“Worthy is the Lamb”, none other.

At that judgment-seat.

Jesus alone lays claim to worthy!

Where men and Angels meet!

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WHERE FOREVER

Communication real as spirits commune.

Early one morning in my bed,

“What made you do it?”  I asked about His death.

Love the answer, clearly said.

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Pure love sent me to that cross long ago,

To suffer and die in your place.

There are few words to express the meaning

And one of those words is Grace!

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But why the cross?  Most cruxes of any!

Despicable way to die!

Hanging by spikes!  Six hours you suffered.

Shudder to think, then I cry!

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Truly you suffered!  My God!  Once you cried,

“Why hast Thou forsaken Me?”

Aware of the pain, nor did God allow comfort

On that Cross Tree!

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I suffered, sure, and since times inception,

Of course, cringing at the thought,

But for agony the true reality of

The mindless torture I brought.

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Reminding truly of torture forever

One would suffer in Hell!

No reprieve there, timeless unceasing!

Can any endlessly tell?

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Consider:  thousand years, just beginning!

That you would suffer in Hell!

No reprieve there!  And without ceasing!

Can one endlessly tell?

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Consider:  thousand years, just beginning,

Suffering the Devils torture!

His knowledge of fun!  He invented it,

No end to the disaster!

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My choice:  Heaven with endless joy!

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Sure the Sam (eternity)