Liar, liar, liar, your soul is on fire.
For eternity you burn in hell.
God and I just think that's swell.
Never to live on, on the earth.
You never experienced Christ's rebirth.
Never asked for forgiveness of sin,
You never even asked Jesus in.
So now you're there to burn in Hell.
To go to heaven would have been swell!
My Master was so very poor,
A manger was his resting place;
So very rich my Master was
Kings came from far
To gain his grace.
My Master was so very poor,
And with the poor he broke the bread;
So very rich my Master was
That multitudes
By him were fed.
My Master was so very poor
They nailed him naked to a cross;
So very rich my Master was
He gave his all
And knew no loss.
--Harry Lee (1874-1942) To God
His eyes spoke words of love to me,
but were they real?
Mine to him.
A real hug in front of people,
afraid to hug me by myself?
Later I told him how I felt.
Each eternally married with children.
We love each other from afar.
I know he admired me. He said so.
Once there was a little lady,
who always needed some rest,
She always had her fun on payday,
and on Sunday she got blest.
She always had what she needed,
she always had some angles,
she always got what she pleaded,
and she always wore bangles.
LINDA
She seems to say,"Don't grieve for me,
loved ones there below,
such happiness to be with Him,
my heart is so aglow!
Of happiness, joy complete,
In perfect health am I,
those sicknesses that came to me,
now just pass me by.
No more can I be hurt today,
No more can Satan harm me.
Here with Jesus I'm secure,
Lucifer can't disarm me.
Be faithful you down there below,
united soon we'll be.
He'll come to you so very soon.
His face you too shall see!
The joy we'll feel when round the Throne,
all pain and sorrow past.
In His Presence forever here,
together and safe at last."