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Man lives in sin, the moment he gets born,
And falls a prey to temptations so oft;
Unless his sufferings come and sound their horn,
To God’s haven, he will not turn his craft.
Sometimes, he lives so much in sin for long;
He drives in inebriated a way,
And listens to the devil’s tempting song,
For which his life and soul, he has to pay.
The Blood of Christ can purify all souls,
Forgiving any sin that man commits;
The only thing God wants man- reset goals,
Atone and pray and check his bad habits.
No soul’s beyond the Savior’s redemption;
The Blood of Christ was shed for this function.
6-10-2001
Dr John Celes
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