Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Can You Get Wart On Nipple

Poem by Annie Johnston Flint

Christ has no hands, had our hands to do His work today Christ has no other help us to help bring us all to his side.
We are the only Bible the indifferent world will read,
We are the sinners of the Gospel and the creed of the mockers;
We are the ultimate message of the Lord, offered in word and deed;
What will happen if the key is wrong? What if the print has faded?
What would happen if our hands were employed in a job different from yours?
And if our feet were walking in the seduction of sin?
What if your lips speak words that he would refuse?
How can we hope to help him or welcome him?


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