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He’s
winding down the alley,
It’s just another day,
He’s looking for redemption,
But will he find his way?
He’s hiding out in dumpsters,
And getting high on Smack,
He’s scared of those around him,
Afraid that he'll get whacked.
And then
he hears the music,
On tambourine and drum,
For it’s Salvation Army,
They’re telling him to come.
A meal
and bed are offered,
With preaching and a song,
Now, I’m not criticizing,
So please don’t get me wrong.
For this
is Heaven’s army,
They’re doing as Jesus did,
They’re dining with the sinners,
And those down on the skid.
While
others sit in churches,
And hear the preacher speak,
Their ears are being ‘tickled’,
With messages so weak.
Their
faith is dead and dying,
If works are never shown,
If ‘church’ is what they're playing,
They may as well stay home.
For
church won’t make us Christian,
That comes through God’s own Son,
And then our works will follow,
To do what must be done.
“You say you have faith,
for you
believe that there is one God.
Good for you! Even the
demons believe this,
and they tremble in terror.
How
foolish!
Can’t you see that faith
without good
deeds is useless?" James 2:19-20
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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