| THEY'RE WRONG!! |
I wonder how it started All this talk of fearing God.... A bearded figure on a throne Who clutches a threatening rod? Preachers from their pulpits warn "Do not incur His wrath!" Implying the Lord will surely pounce If we dare stray from the path. They paint awful, graphic pictures Of the tortures Hell contains As they warn of spending eternity Enduring endless pain! They devote so many sermons To that horrible burning place It's as though they want us to picture God With an angry scowl on His face Poised at Heaven's pearly gates With that vengeful rod held high, Saying, "You didn't achieve perfection So down you go...Good-bye!" But I'll never accept the notion That a triumphant God yells, "SCORE!" Each time one of His children Is turned away from Heaven's door... I get more comfort from believing That the Father up above Knows how hard I'm trying To be worthy of His love.... In my heart I know He's merciful Cause though I sometimes trip and fall? The Light He sends to guide me then Shines the brightest of them all! I believe in a Heavenly Father Eager to welcome His children home Who would never, ever abandon them Or leave a single one alone! And I believe with all my heart That He sheds countless tears Whenever souls are forever lost Because they refused to hear! And I'm also sure He gets much pleasure From knowing that deep within? It's not fear of hell that motivates us But the love we feel for Him! Dusty Richardson c 2000 |
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