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Created on: October 10, 2009 Last Updated: October 15, 2009
Prophetic Justice
"Hear ye, hear ye, come to order
Judge Christ himself presides.
This court is now in session
Please everybody rise"
He called upon the witness
and said "Tell me what you've done.
The battles you have conquered.
The souls that you have won."
The witness thought a moment
then without further hesitation...
opening his mouth
giving birth to information:
"My Lord, I've won no souls for you.
I didn't aide when they needed help.
I conquered not one batte.....
for you did it all yourself".
Jesus sat contented
absorbing what he'd heard.
"So you have received some wisdom,
provided by the word."
"Thank you witness, take a seat.
Now the sinner I call to stand."
That sinner whined intently
"That bible must not touch my hand".
Jesus got a sad expression
then said "Tell me what you've done.
The battles you have conquered
and the souls that you have won"
The sinners face grew harrowed
as he shifted in his seat.
"Well...once I helped a woman
across a busy street."
"I went to church one Sunday
as a reputation-must.
And I helped my wife do dishes,
yet I never even fussed!"
Soon the jury had the verdict
and handed it to Christ.
He read it slow and easy
"You BOTH must pay a price."
"Now witness you are sentenced
to eternity with me.
No condemnation or conviction.
You must live in harmony".
"And sinner I must do this,
Although it hurts me so.
You are sentenced to Damnation
and.....it's time....for you.....to go".
*Note this was written in the context of the "witness" being someone who has accepted Jesus. And the "sinner" is someone who has not.
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