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We Call Ourselves Christian?We call ourselves Christian? But what does that mean to God? People can't tell us apart from this world anymore we have become so slipshod. Where is the joy of the Lord we may wear on our face? Where is the greatest gift of all ~ Love ~ We are told to embrace? How can anyone tell, we have the Light of the Lord, on our inside? When we see a hurting person pass us and from them, we try to hide. We have come so far away from God's best, His agenda today. I feel His aching heart inside of me and He has much to say. Listen people!!! we are running out of time What are we doing to seek the lost and into their darkness we climb? These words are not meant to heap any condemnation on any of you. I just feel the call of Him, rumbling in my spirit, and to God I must be true. Debra McGee Trammell 11-02-04 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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