You’re tempted to the world,
Slaved to buy what it offers.
You rejected what the Lord is giving you,
It is free that is prized by His precious blood.
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Written this the Sunday before the last. The speaker was on the pulpit preaching the message (some uses the term ‘sermon’ but we call it message).
I know, am a bad listener, scribbling about, when I should have listened. Aren’t we all originally bad as per sinners? Only that the blood of Christ washed and cleansed our sins?
Actually, I was really listening but I also took down notes. A hubby of me, installed by my mother. There are only numbers in our church who took down notes anyway (actually, we only have a few members in the body of Christ so that means a very few are taking notes down to two).
–outofwordtheater
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tula (Poems)
PoésieMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...
