Saints,
This is a short few stanza's I wrote, they don't rhymn or blend together as best as they could but it expressed my heart at a time over the grieve of Christian's living in sin.
[b]THINGS THAT OUGHT NOT BE DONE[i]by Greg Gordon
How our Savior is grieved
Sins that ought not be done
are not found in the grave.
Our Savior weeps, Angels weep,
Saints of old weep, saints of present weep,
yet alas we continue on.
Things that ought not be done!
why do we perisist still? Our Savior
had died for sin, we have been freed to no avail.
We have been told to walk worthy,
yet we walk away. Our Savior sheds a
thousand tears a day.
Christ our master we refuse, rather we choose
a master of our own. Sin that cruel hater of men.
A master not a friend.
When will we see, there is victory to be had today.
Time quickly draws along.
Till that day of judging come.
Saints of God, will we be found standing in that day,
with secret sin holding before a holy throne?
