Jaxsun Castro Horn
Sunday Atheist - Poem by Jaxsun Castro Horn
'Dearest atheist, death is debt all men must pay,
thy soul endures whence flesh decay.”
[To what end, is the purpose for which you pray]
'All for not, ” the atheist would say.
'Christian, prove to me God exists today,
and my right hand, I shall exalt Him everyday.”
'Dearest atheist, He is ineffable in all His ways,
yet seek him and live by this He say:
'Verily, I am truth, the light for I am the way.'
'Dear atheist, I welcome you to church Sunday.”
“Why? I abide worship on the Sabbath day.'
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