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If I told you that Christ,
Has been brought back to life;
From being sacrificed,
After the sweat and strife.
How can some of you say,
Coming back from the dead;
Impossible today,
After on your death bed.
If death cannot come back,
Where is the evidence?
Maybe the faith we lack,
Causing us to be dense.
The message means nothing,
Your faith has no meaning;
None of the birds could sing,
No passionate feeling.
Then witnesses have lied,
Seeing the walking dead;
Lies when they testified,
Of ghost stories instead.
But if it is all true,
The dead do not come back;
Then we have not a clue,
The evidence we lack.
Then your faith is worthless,
And sin is still within;
God unable to bless,
You have no way to win.
In vain are believers,
No longer Christ exists;
Because of deceivers,
Your agony persists.
Christ is your only hope,
We deserve more pity;
The promise as to cope,
To enter His city.
But Jesus is alive,
And will be coming back;
Real soon Christ will arrive,
Guiding on the right track.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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