The Debt Of A Sinner Poem by Adams King

There is a debt unpaid
A debt by me owed
One man was slayed
To save my dear soul

When I lie on my bed
The words come in haste
The messiahs blood shed
Son do not make it a waste

Tomorrow might be too late
The morning preacher says
Is today on certainity's date
I knelt daily to pray

The boat of life kept floating
I paddle with right and wrong
What direction am I heading
What will be my very last song

There is a debt I owe
Lord Jesus save my life
I do not know where to go
Struggling with much strife

I'm a father of fornication
Slayer of the unborn
Guilty of all religious abomination
Despiser of your sons

I hated what was good
I dwelt on crooked ways
I did all the evil I could
For vain earthly gains

I have lived with an envious heart
I'm a man of foul deeds
Jesus come into my heart
Teach me and I will take heed

A man rather dies poor
Than to die a debtor they say
For Lazarus was in your bosom
The rich man for mercy prayed

Better to forfeit your earthly Paradise
Than to loose your heavenly home
Be innocent yet as a serpent be wise
I pray the saviour saves my soul