A PLEA FROM THE HEART

My frail and sinful mortal heart,
Is within a body the same,
With a spirit that’s given from God alone,
That puts us all to shame.

We claim to be a perfect race,
Made in the image of our God,
If only this mortal world could see,
We’re strange, we’re queer, we’re odd.

A world that once was perfect,
Created from God’s hands,
Was defiled with sin and human beings,
Like wool with poison strands.

We seem to take great pleasure,
In a worldly sense of being,
But the end draws ever closer,
God’s signs we are not seeing.

My friend please look and listen,
To the signs from God above,
He calls but no-one listens,
He wants to share His love.

Though Jesus died upon a tree,
His love it still prevails,
Like a yacht out on the ocean wide,
He always fills the sails.

I finish now and leave you with,
A plea from deep within,
The only way that you’ll survive,
Is to give up all your sin.

Please take the time to talk to God,
He lives within His place,
In a city called New Jerusalem,
Not on earth, but out in space.

He’s always ready to listen,
He never wears a frown,
If you will only depend on Him,
He’ll never let you down.

© Shaun Keast 2001