Pick up your cross and follow Me
Don’t saunter to your grave
There is lot’s we have to do
Your company I crave
For if you want to be like Me
You have to die to self
Leave the comfort of this world
And climb down off your shelf.

For time is running out,My friend
And darkness rules this land
You are My voice upon this earth
Please give Me a hand
To reach the lonely,poor and sad
And snatch them from a fate
That leads them to the jaws of hell
Let’s hope we’re not too late.


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