The Feeding of Their Greed Has Ceased
Who are they that sit,
With pouting lips...
And balled fists?
'Those who refused to see life as it is.
Those who viewed the truth,
As something that is negative! '
But why are they angered by the revelation of it?
'They see themselves as positive,
And resist to believe...
Their realities have been deceived.
And those who spoke of these times that are here...
They have chosen to resist them too,
In the hopes that showing force...
Will show what is known and true,
Takes another course.
And turn their gray skies blue.'
And all this time they wasted,
Celebrating decadence?
They had no trouble accepting that!
'Yeah...
But they can't afford that anymore.
They have been laid off from jobs.
And their doors have been padlocked.
With many of their homes foreclosed.
In other words...
Their values have been diminished?
Egos have been crushed and publicly finished.'
But I thought they represented high standards?
With christian outlooks moralized in religious beliefs.
'Please...
Only if they can pay to have their smut and gutter ways,
Smothered
By the price they paid to keep them hidden.
But those days are gone for them! '
They are bittered by the prospects of revealing their sins.'
Oh.
OH!
Now I understand!
They are angry because the cost of hiding their pretensions,
Are now out of their reach?
'Exactly!
That's what this is all about!
If any of this was about God...
None of there 'displeasures' would have existed,
In the first place! '
The feeding of their greed has ceased!
And preachers who preached to them evil...
Will find fewer of them feeling freed,
Greeted as they leave their Sunday seats.
'Yes...
Exactly!
It's all so hypocritically blasphemous,
Isn't it? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resist It
Resist negative influences and live,
And let me connect you with my love so sweet;
For the positive values of life are needed by us,
And like the words that comes out from your mouth.
Say it right and do it right,
And resist negative influences!
For the values of life needs peace, untiy, love and care.
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Diminished to limits.
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Demographics had established,
The success and conditions...
Of a targeted marketing.
To direct effective hype,
Among those selected to be chosen.
Those days have faded away,
From the land of steady habits.
And drift as nomads depleted of funds,
Are those unable to repay for a credited feasting done.
And elimination of debits wished,
Increase and do not leave.
So those rush away in the kicking up of dust...
With tears from their eyes drippimg as they weep.
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Those enforced to be meek and weak,
Are solicited to exhaust their kept treasures.
In the hopes of prolonging,
The ones addicted to feeding themselves selfishly.
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Conditions for optimistic change gone ignored has past.
This can not be restored to those celebrating,
In the hopes to inflict upon others their will.
Closed are those doors.
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The ones found designing deceitful traps,
Have become entrapped.
Their ways have not a dividend saved...
For them to expect a profit that is returned.
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Within their own borders...
They become crazed!
Diminished to limits.
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But a tired retreading,
Just wont allow that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 5 Resist Even Out Here
Resist... resist with all my strength
Sometimes i find it hard to resist
I find myself thinking thoughts not be thought
It seems that to not think in this way makes my mind twist
This battle has been fought
Many times before
Yet the thoughts that are there to abhor
Not to surrender to... they're pleasurable O
As i grind my toes inside my shoe
And steady my jaw I resist the urge
And thoughts of the other... I wish to purge
These thoughts of any candidate for my wife
The one with which i spend my life
I must resist even when I rest
And I cannot let my guard down even after a hard test
They plague and pervade my mind
Though I like these thoughts... I still must find
Some peace from them, because for me they
Often are evil... how fey
Resist...resist... with all my mind
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Affiliation Or Salvation
Many Organizations have raved, through them, men must be saved,
Through their ways and their belief, only can one find spiritual relief,
To be saved from sin’s awful curse, but, their beliefs lead to worse,
Pulling men away from God’s Truth, leading them to eternal reproof.
There’re many religious organizations, with a multitude of salvations,
All of them proclaiming to have the way, to reach Heaven in our day,
Through the salvations they arrange, many Truths these men change,
Ignoring much of God’s Revelation, as they produce a new salvation.
These organizations lead souls astray, upon a religious, broader way,
Drawing upon their own deduction, they just lead men to destruction,
In many ways these men have erred, leading men far from The Word,
Far from The Eternal Word of Life, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
Many have traded in God’s Salvation, for a fuzzy, religious affiliation,
Falling far from the only true Gospel, that Jesus Christ came to fulfill;
In their gospel they have diminished, those three words “it is finished.”
Spoken by Jesus Christ at Calvary, when God had saved you and me.
Religion isn’t how The Lord saves us, but, we’re saved in Christ Jesus,
As He is The Only Way, Truth and Life, in a world where religion is rife,
So one must be upon that narrow path, to avoid destruction and wrath,
Searching you’ll find there’s only One, Jesus Christ, God’s Eternal Son.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
The Way It Is
My father told me
Son, it's OK to have ideals,
but beliefs against your government well that won't pay your bills.
You can raise your fists and publicly resist
but in the end corruption still exists.
(Chorus)
And no protest song will ever change the world.
When everybody does exactly as they're told.
In the end every man works for what is his.
You can fight the world, but that's just how it is
You're words are not meaningless to me,
I feel their honesty but it's my life that I gotta figure out for me.
It's what I've always done, not what I have become
and I know the consequences that will come.
And if I never reach the world or speak to people's souls
it's a passion that will not die as I grow old.
It's what I choose to do
it may not work for you but to myself I know I must be true.
(Chorus)
And no protest song will ever change the world.
When everybody does exactly as they're told.
In the end every man works for what is his.
You can fight the world, but that's just how it is
I am not ashamed to stand right where I've stood.
My beliefs they are unchanged because I believe they should.
And I'll measure my success one word at a time.
If the truth is spoken will I stand the test of time.
song performed by by Zero Down
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Who Are The Whos
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.
And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.
Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.
And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!
Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore
And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.
With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is An Understanding To Be Claimed
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Making it okay for you now to speak to me.
I will pretend I didn't hear that.
Just because you are disappointed,
By the way your life has gone.
I don't share those sentiments.
Your perception of me,
And your thoughts that I do not acquire...
Material 'things' you can not touch or see,
Does not qualify you to understand my feelings.
However...
What from 'you' I do understand,
Is the feeling you possess of worthlessness.
Since your values have been re-evaluated.
I've never had those values to re-evaluate.
And you now believe you and I have something in common?
We don't.
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Don't fool yourself.
The standards I have set for myself,
Are extremely high.
And you?
You haven't sacrificed your beliefs,
To know those feelings others rejected...
With a disrespect.
There is much between you and I,
I could never accept.
Even if I tried.
I don't lie to myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Divisions They Have Created
Observing those taking offense,
Against policies and initiatives they implemented...
Is like listening to someone complain,
About the price of cigarettes and gasoline...
While waiting in line to purchase them at any cost.
People have grown accustomed to debating themselves.
As if those overhearing them,
Become attracted to the redundance of the limited topics.
Divisions they have created,
Have outdated realities.
They refer to the 'others' as those on the 'left'.
And yet,
They are 'right'...
With their insignificant infighting complimented with backbites.
Their own divisions they have created,
Escalated devastation.
Clearly they are a people of greed,
Wanting more of it for themselves to feed.
With an outsourcing of jobs...
For cheaper labor to pay as their economy slipped away.
They were the ones to oversee this travesty,
As a means to quietly lift themselves...
To the land of abundant gluttony.
Divisions they have created,
Deletes the fact of their discreeted deceit.
As their own hands dipped
While a diminishing of beliefs of those values and standards,
Were going unpoliced!
They speak of a greatness only reviewed on sporting fields.
They speak of a greatness on streets of decadence no one feels.
To lead is to know how to follow.
To greed is to know how to follow those like this who lead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminishing In Effect
Isn't it odd,
That those losing jobs...
And valued things once possessed.
Are those more stressed,
About keeping up their appearances.
And pretensions that are diminishing in effect.
Few are concerned about realities to embrace.
Than they are about those impressions made.
And how to keep them in place.
And for many,
This is a traumatic undertaking.
That threatens their affectations.
'What am I going to do now?
Even the 'Joneses' next door have been foreclosed.
And my entire life,
Depended on their approval.'
Isn't it odd,
That those losing jobs...
And valued things once possessed.
Are those more stressed,
About keeping up their appearances.
And pretensions that are diminishing in effect.
And the only response one can expect from them to get,
Is a wish for an economic turn around...
To repeat those steps that got them into debt.
With a protection of those pretensions,
That are diminishing in effect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slip Me a Whiff
Slip me a whiff,
And let me sniff to pollute.
My values have been stomped upon,
And I'm feeling much used and abused.
I don't have any change in my pocket.
My dollars I've banked have tanked.
They tell me to have patience.
But the devastation is not only on my face.
Many are collecting memories...
To leave their tears in evicted places.
Slip me a whiff,
And let me sniff to pollute.
My values have been stomped upon,
And I'm feeling much used and abused.
Where do I go when my life has been crushed?
Who do I trust...
When standands I believed in have been flushed.
I remembered when I perceived those in need were lazy.
Now I understand more than I wish.
How things can change...
With priorities rearranged.
To leave relationships strained,
In estranged, insane derangements no one claims!
But emotions can't keep distanced.
Slip me a whiff,
And let me sniff to pollute.
My values have been stomped upon,
And I'm feeling much used and abused.
I wish to forget and dismiss what is.
By getting high and flying high above it!
To drift and resist its pull that threatens!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasies Enriched
With fantasies enriched,
And lives protected...
By the foolishness of censorship.
One aided by religious beliefs,
That restrict the expansion...
Of one's mental consciousness.
People do seem they are getting,
Very tired of this.
Although misjudgements,
Expect an effective controlling.
Enforced and condoned through imagery,
And symbolic teachings.
Although a Taste for decadence,
Provides a good foundation...
For hypocrisies to exist.
With a contradicting of values and standards.
There is a need to keep these pretensions,
On the top of the list.
However...
Truth IS and not a myth.
And those with fantasies enriched,
Are on the road that will expose...
A discovery of this comes without a welcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Peek At Evil
Look at me I wish to resist evil.
I don't want a piece of it to sit near me.
I've got to rid deceiving people...
Smiling at me like I'm fit to eat!
Look at me I wish to resist evil.
None of evil do I want near me
Some people peek at evil through their keyholes.
With beliefs I see as much naïve!
Look at me I wish to resist evil.
It doesn't fit,
Acquit me from it please.
I've got to rid deceiving people.
Those who trick and think I treat.
Some people peek at evil through their keyholes.
With beliefs I see as much naive!
I've got to rid deceiving people.
Those who trick and think I treat.
Look at me,
Look at me resist evil.
With every bit of strength I've got.
Look at me,
Look at me...
Resist.
With every bit of strength I've got.
Look at me,
Look at me...
Resisting.
With every bit of strength I've got.
I've split from evil and that's it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Glorious times These Are Thus Far
Great!
This is wonderful news.
The people have become outraged.
Completely sobered from their dazing stupors.
Magnificent!
And he who started this uproar?
The one from the pulpit who told it like it is?
Hopefully the momentum of it,
Will gain continued priceless revelation.
Finally.
The people begin to unbuckle,
From the seats of their fantasies.
And those adorning those rusted halos...
Now is the time for them to probe a little deeper,
Into their adopted prophesies.
What better times could these times be?
Who knew...
The silence of massive deceptions,
Would escalate into such meaning dialogue...
To uncloak without exception!
Of course racism does and has existed.
Only those nonbelieving,
Are those enclosed and themselves twisted.
Kneeling in front of symbols...
And praising the gods to which they lift!
It's in the fabric that has masked their greed.
Oh what glorious days are these!
Those who fed their appetites on hate,
Can no longer hide behind the myths of their false deeds.
This stench to secretly keep covered revenge.
Has from one man been unhinged.
We'll see who's blood is red when aired!
And not of royal blue...
When this mindless feud becomes publicly bared!
Where are the cloakers?
The ones who boast with self righteousness?
What glorious times these are!
Those who have benefitted...
From misrepresentations to fill their fists.
Will see who has given.
And what has been taken from whom!
Even from wombs they want to abort!
But these are not those times anymore.
Their explanations have come up short!
Let these truths begin!
What glorious times these times are!
These times we are witnessing.
And blessed to live in.
To have an awakening of truths to start.
'Real' truths that do not end!
What glorious times these are thus far!
With everything in the open...
And the pretense of a shallowness to defend!
Yes...
These are the days of our lives!
Revealed without apology!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Three Days
As we see all the troubled times upon Israel, God's chosen nation,
To understand these times you need to turn to His Holy Revelation.
Hosea said of The Lord, after two days the land He would revive,
And after many dormant and desolate years, the land did come alive.
Hosea went on to say, on the third day the land would be restored,
This will be fulfilled when on David's Throne they see The Lord.
We are not talking days of past, but of years is what you might say,
But with the Lord a day is thousand years, and the years are a day.
For The Lord God is not constrained to earthly time like you and me,
For God is a timeless being, from the beginning through all eternity.
Time throughout The Bible has been used by God in different ways,
For a week in some prophetic passages is years, not simply days.
Seventy weeks in Daniel are decreed on his people and his Holy City,
To do away with sin and bring everlasting righteousness and safety.
The final week, which is the last seven years of Daniel's revelation,
Jeremiah calls The Time of Jacob's Trouble, or The Great Tribulation.
But, Zechariah tells of when God's Grace comes to this tiny nation,
And they will see the one they pierced, and will accept His Salvation.
It's true what Peter spoke about the prophets and what they decreed,
Their words are made more certain today for you and I to heed.
(Copyright © 04/2002)
Sadness Traps The Unfortunate
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
These are the ones who compare themselves to others.
These are the ones who feel significant,
If they can impress.
If their conversations express,
An interest that is common with pretensions addressed.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
And those glass ceilings crack.
Precious plastic cards lose appeal.
Credit ratings plummet.
And those living leased lives are revealed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate.
And looking back floods the tears,
From those who could not show compassion.
Now it is something that seems to flow.
But not from those doors padlocked and foreclosed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate,
In minds where fear is found.
With compassion for others.
But no one is around to notice or care.
Since a cold indifferentness had always been there.
From those who exposed,
Their wishes just to feed their greed.
And egos.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding,
Lieing and deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The End of Good Works
Many souls religious at their best, will surely fail their final test,
A test that man created friend, where good works are their end,
Ignoring The Words of The Son, God’s Only, True Chosen One,
Christ’s very words, “It is finished”; His Salvation is diminished.
Religion is man’s way to God, from down upon the earth’s sod,
In their works, they add to faith, ignoring Christ’s Saving Grace,
Letting religion guide their way, ignoring what Christ has to say,
Final words spoken by The Son, words from Him, for everyone.
Every religion is created by man; a salvation, not of God’s plan,
Led by the one who lied to Eve, so the religious, he will deceive,
Creating religions formed by men, of which, God shall condemn,
When Christ judges every nation, not by works but His salvation.
God, from above, sent His Lamb, Jesus Christ, The Great “I Am”.
To bring salvation to every land, Truth, all men must understand,
The Lord, who died on a tree, finishing salvation for you and me,
As Christ alone is the only way, no matter what religion does say.
All, who ignore the words of Christ, shall never enter Eternal Life,
As Christ alone paid the price, so that man could enter Paradise,
Good works won’t work friend, as many shall see come the end,
Ignoring Christ’s words on Calvary, will only bring wrath eternally.
(08/2011)
Overwhelmingly Magnetic
So busy they are today,
With their self importance.
Those feeding off of acquired popularity.
And believing themselves,
Overwhelmingly magnetic to others.
As they see themselves to be.
They can not see themselves,
From a superficial point of view.
They believe themselves to be the center of things.
Since some folks have them believing that is true.
A connection that has existed for some time to the world,
Appears to be comfortably attached...
Without an outward showing,
Of an entrapped affectation.
That connection to reality is obvious to those,
Who are aware of what reality means.
And for many this has been their lives as known.
A desire to have a popularity.
To be seen and showing what it is they do and 'own'.
And feeling alone and hollow,
If egos they displayed were not publicly overblown.
And fed wherever they are bled to produce,
Evidence of their significance to induce a following.
'Are you jealous? '
Of what?
I have been comfortable in my own skin,
'Most' of my life!
I am in no need to solicit popularity.
My radiance comes naturally.
'Oh.
How blind of me not to see it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Interruptions
This is the deal:
You will either be trapped in madness...
Or you will be released to express bitterness!
This is your option:
Free yourself immediately,
From delusions of all kinds.
With one objective:
Realize nothing done and accepted,
Did not happen without your acknowledgement!
And if you have any claims of not knowing anything...
#1...your madness personalized will have company.
Know it and try not to outdo your hysterics!
#2...your released bitterness expressed...
Although a little late showing the outraged,
Will subside!
Eventually.
Either way...
You are not going to be alone!
Whatever the experience chosen,
Has been condoned.
Those denials you doubted and put on trial?
Have now become realities flourished.
Encouraged by the nourishing...
Of your acceptance of disbelief!
Those disbeliefs were never fantasized.
They were there but you shifted your eyes aside.
And there is nothing about them now,
That should be misunderstood.
Since you have paid the price...
Determining to keep your beliefs unchanged!
Holding onto a way of life as best as you could!
And everyone,
That you witnessed who kept reality shunned...
And now find themselves purchasing guns,
To protect themselves from an ignorance done...
To themselves and loved ones,
Go down the drain!
With those values and standards,
Historically 'said' to have been maintained!
Contained within pretentions insisted.
And you know they were yours to inflict!
With every rewriting done to it!
However and forevermore...
There is one thing comforting in all of this!
At least you have proven,
Your way to totally self destruct...
Has had no interruptions!
And comes at a time when self obsession,
Has been replaced with self examination!
At the expense...
Of your self indulging wasted existence!
And this, of course...
Your technology and experience,
Has without secret kept endorsed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shunned to Slander Those Wholesome
Shunned to slander those wholesome,
They did.
In protection of their standards.
In the hopes they would be long lived.
Good people they ruined...
In belief their quality of life was attacked,
By those who spoke with honesty!
To reveal to them a truth with facts.
Oh...
The people did not like that.
Especially those self righteous.
They vowed to keep their 'ways' intact.
And they campaigned against,
Those who abhorred them.
So those opposing...
Received cold shoulders.
Foolish now they feel.
Those who threw their noses up...
With such exuberant zest,
Thought to appeal.
Although now victims of their own ignorance,
They wish a forgiveness released will heal!
But those who spoke truth,
With a desire to save them...
From uncouth sleuths!
Freed from the wicked!
And choosing not to sacrifice their peace of mind.
Since doing that to retrack a past...
Could not mend a trashing meant to last.
Living in the 'now' with truth...
Had been pursued with others to share.
But too many then had valued their pretensions.
And their eyes now reveal...
A longing to erase their despair.
With a hunger someone approaches.
To offer them empathy.
And excuse their indignities shown!
But who can believe those fed to greed?
Or the depths of their embedded deceit...
Too well dispensed.
And too well known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth
They called you a failure
They called you a lost cause
They said you would never become anything at all
The love generation, With no direction
But when I look in your eyes I see the prize yet to be claimed
[chorus]
I'll say it once, I'll say it twice
That your life was worth the price
Paid for you, Paid for me
And I believe in you
And I know you'll find the truth
I know you've been broken
'Cause I've seen the abuse
I know there's a place inside your heart begging for truth
For a soft spoken answer
That won't wake your spirit
And when I look in your eyes I see the prize that's yet to be claimed
[chorus]
I'll say it once, I'll say it twice
That your life was worth the price
Paid for you, Paid for me
And I believe in you
And I know you'll find the truth
That's not what they told you
When they said they gave up for you
And your nothing
And you'll never be anything
I wait for the day when you stand up and say
I can do all things
Through Him here who strenghtens me
[chorus]
I'll say it once, I'll say it twice
That your life was worth the price
Paid for you, Paid for me
And I believe in you
Yes I believe in you
And I know you'll find the truth
..........
Life, not just any kind of life
This is eternal life
It's easy to understand, simple to get
It's as simple as ABC (life)
A - Admit that you are a sinner and that you need a saviour
B - Believe in your heart that Jesus Christ is Lord
C - Confess your sins and committ your life to Him
D - Don't wait until tomorrow
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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