Pleas

Pleas

O lost and dying wayward soul,

won’t you come to God’s red tide?

Won’t you be made clean and whole

by blood that flowed from His own side?

Know you not He died to save

your soul from death beyond the grave?

Know you not that without Him

in fiery flames of wrath you’ll swim?

How can one resist such grace

that wholly makes all sin erased?

How can you not drink the draught

that quenches God’s eternal wrath?

O Christian saved from death and sin,

how can you not care for him?

Why loose you not your given tongue

and share the news of Christ the Son?

Will you not unstop your ears

to hear the cries of endless years?

Will you not release your eyes

to see the life that truly dies?

Know you not that without Christ

you’d still be held in Hell’s harsh heist?

Know you not that you must say

and give account to God some day?