Procrastinate
Seldom it seems we give ourselves
The best of things we put on shelves
The love of GOD, His grace unmeasured
Salvation's need, not worldly pleasures
Deny in fact to some degree
That mercy His, has set man free
Procrastinate the chance to change
Reborn, released from sinful chains
It's mind boggling but not mindful
How we live life so very spiteful
In choosing death, embracing fate
Empty of CHRIST, our souls sole mate
We change lifestyles, but not our lives
Drowning ourselves in hate and lies
But still GOD waits for all to come
Undo damage, what mans become
Procrastinate, Thirteen letters
Simple to do, yet much more better
The world would be if we succumb
To love unfelt, knowing God's son
I write with thoughts provoked by Him
Unworthy hands, nothing, has been
Who saw a chance to change my ways
Procrastinate, my yesterdays
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