Treasure Island

Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Let love of Jesus Christ…


Let love of Jesus Christ
Goad you to spread the Word
Across the world to all
And gather souls for God.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Help you to sacrifice
Your life to follow Him
On the road to heaven.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Make you carry your cross
And walk in the footsteps
Of Christ to Calvary.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Serve to encounter Him
In miraculous ways
Reinforcing your faith.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Help you to realize
The aim of earthly life
Is keeping soul sinfree.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Help you to sing and pray
For conversion of souls
And that more may see God!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-6-2010

Submitted: Wednesday, June 09, 2010

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