Come To Jesus
P Patti Masterman
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Come to Jesus,
He plaintive waits,
Big as life
To surround the world.
Jesus holds his hands out
To help carry your load-
Who else could care about your petty desires,
Or keep track of your many love affairs?
Jesus holds keys to a padded cell;
You've been there many times before,
Just say his name, get out of jail free,
Avoid a death sentence
Or curfew at three.
Say you got saved,
Surrendered your life-
You're not responsible
For who brought the knife.
Yes, just take it all to Jesus,
Dump it at his feet;
He'll show it to his Father
Up where the Heavens meet.
Sin always just enough,
So you can sin some more:
You know you can trust Jesus,
Not to close that door.
You've made your god a scapegoat
A whiner's alibi
The eternally forgiving
'Oops-got-something-in-my-eye'
Can't you show a sincere life,
If it’s Jesus you love best-
To give account for your belief,
Instead of endless tests?
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