vincent armone

(1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

My Pen name call me the preacher(Sermun1)


Welcome ladies and gentlemen
Weclome to the path, the path to salvation
Now I am going to tell you a story
A story of a man so lost
so hopeless
that the devil was his only friend

This man
This broken soul
Was sitting on his sofa
And thinking about his sins
His drinking
His adultrys
His gambling
And he cried, oh lord he cried
And when he looked up
Guess who was next to him
Yes my brothers and sisters
its was Jesus

Shocked he wispered
Jesus what you doing here
And Jesus said I have come to save you
The man said with awe but I am a sinner
I have no were else to go but to hell

Jesus looked at him and said
son bring your self to me
and you shall be healed
kneel before me and give your self
to peace and salvation forever

Ladies and Gentlemen
You know who that sinner was
He was me
Yes children it was me
But here I am saved
And ready to bring all of you to the lord
praise be to Jesus

To be continued

Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 24, 2011
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