To Whom It May Concern
Dear you, daughter, beloved son
I write with hope you will succumb
With will your own to know of me
Salvation's cost, granted freely
My words are short and to the point
For you I've loved and can anoint
But not by force or tribulations
But by your faith, not speculation
I sadly see the state you're in
Chained to the things that promote sin
Yet write to you with expectations
Grander in scope and exaltation's
Carpenter some came to know
Two thousand plus, that's years ago
I wrote to you the words you seek
To overcome your world so bleak
Some verses short, some books not long
Yet you don't read, and so prolong
The day that you will let me in
To fix, repair whats torn within
Your soul cries out but fails to see
The Truth I Am, greater decreed
By those who read, my loving letter
The book of life in storms to weather
My heart is moved to write again
To let you know and comprehend
That I still wait with open arms
For you who does yourself this harm
This world is just a place I made
For you and those I died to save
To grant a chance to be with me
To know the ecs in ecstasy
I pray today you'll call to us
On me you can depend and trust
To be there when no one will be
To hold and love you, sincerely
To who it may concern, that's you
Beloved child I call out to
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