Store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven
where moth and rust cannot destroy and thieves cannot break in and steal

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Calling out,
Falling in,
Going right,
Swerving left,
Every which way,
Don't know where to turn,
Life is so confusing -
Without Jesus.

You never know,
He can change your life,
He's surely changed mine:
Blurry to clear,
Sadness to cheer.
Give Him a try,
He'll give you a different kind of high.

This isn't a joke,
It's a life or death situation.
You think I'm kidding,
Or there's no way you'd take me seriously.
You're tired and alone,
Nowhere to turn -
What do you have to lose?

You might turn to a beer,
Turn to a knife,
Turn to a drug -
whatever it is,
Get rid of it.
I'm showing you – There's another way . . .

Father to the fatherless,
Friend to the friendless,
Hope to the hopeless,
Happiness to the depressed.
He's God to me,
And He's so much more . . .
Shelby (15)

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