Call Of Jesus

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Called Jesus, from deep of His heart With tears of affection in His compassionate eyes With trembling loving touch of His fingers ‘You all are my lovely lambs, You all are the parts of my soul You all are the owners of my heavenly garden' ‘So, why you fight? Why you kill? Why you slay? Why you play A game foul? ' ‘You can save your soul Which has been separated From the Almighty's whole Loving every creature Pitying every suffering soul Must be your goal Helping the decaying lives Must be your single role' ‘Creation is His ambition Saving it from devil Preserving it from ill will Must be your obligation' ‘How can you forget? How can you cause a threat? To His lovely creation Look! Every wound of mine From this cruise of ingratitude And selfish attitude Shedding tears of blood But the dry desert Of your merciless heart Is soaking every drop of my love Without sprouting Any loving X-Mas This painful shedding Of the blood of my crying pain Will not stop Unless you give the ointment Of your faithful hope That you, All my loving sons Won't step to be The agents of this massacre And be for the humanity A preserver For my sake forever'

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