Some Of Jesus Typical Friends - Poem by Isaac 'slimx'
I have walked the face of this earth,
seeking the children of men to be my companion,
but only PROSTITUTES are willing.
I have screamed aloud while at the city square,
pleaded with the children of men to be my friend,
only SINNERS are ready.
I have set a banquet in the King palace,
invited the children of men to be my guest,
only DESTITUTES showed up.
I have built me a home filled with riches,
and have cried out to the children of men to live free in it,
only PRODIGALS are coming.
I have free and lasting gifts for the children of men,
I have requested the children of men to give it out,
only MURDERES are volunteering.
I have made a path that leads to life,
I have asked the children of men to walk in it,
only the BLIND are on it.
I have send out messengers of good tidings,
I have begged the children of men to hear them,
only the LOST care to listen.
I have a mission of redemption,
I have appealed to the children of men to serve with me,
only SOCIETY REJECTS are serving.
I have a vast and unending Kingdom,
I have beseeched the children of men to come rest in it,
only THIEVES are responding.
I need an army of truth,
I have sounded the battle cry,
only the WEAK are ready to fight.
I have good counsel to offer the inhabitant of earth,
I have reached out to the children of men,
only the LOWLY are ready to learn.
I have beaten the drums of mercies,
in the assembly of the children of men,
only the WEARY are leaping to dance.
I have a well flowing with Living waters,
I have said to the children of men, “quench your thirst”
only SCOUNDRELS are drinking from it.
I have proclaimed the message of peace,
I have shouted out loud to the children of men,
only the DEAF care to consider.
'Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me'.(Revelation 3: 20)
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