Dust springs up
On less traveled roads.
Few feet will trod it,
Wearisome this knowledge bodes.
Most take the broad way,
It is easier to travel.
While the fabric of their lives
Continues to unravel.
The eye of a needle,
The head of a pin,
Both are measurements
Of the wages of sin.
Do what you want,
You’ve been given free will.
But today is not too late,
Jesus waits for you still.
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Written February 2nd, 2005
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Dude you absolutly one of the best spiritual writers on this site, I truely ejoy what you write. thanks
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This is absolutely wonderful. You have penned something that all can try to learn from. Very very well done and said.
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I'm going to sin as much as i can now and then at the very last minute before it's my time, i'll to do some heavy duty sucking up. Ok, so i'm not really all that religious although i do believe in some sort of higher power - This is beautifully penned ...flawless!
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