If you declare with them,
No wed, no bed,
Yet you sit on his bed,
Just the two of you, as you're 'led'
Does it mean you're truly led?
If you claim to be firm and set,
Yet live in ways you might regret,
And for your sake, Jesus bled,
But guilt doesn't make you fret
Have your senses also fled?
Do you, for eternity, dread,
While your legs for him spread?
Just for a fleeting piece of bread,
Yet still claim you're led
And outwardly declare,
No wed, no bed?
Come now, let's reason together,
You were made for something better.
Jesus has prepared
A home not just a bed
For those who have not just fled,
From the urge that pull to early bed
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