Come to Jesus, <br />He plaintive waits, <br />Big as life <br />To surround the world. <br />Jesus holds his hands out <br />To help carry your load- <br />Who else could care about your petty desires, <br />Or keep track of your many love affairs? <br /> <br />Jesus holds keys to a padded cell; <br />You've been there many times before, <br />Just say his name, get out of jail free, <br />Avoid a death sentence <br />Or curfew at three. <br />Say you got saved, <br />Surrendered your life- <br />You're not responsible <br />For who brought the knife. <br /> <br />Yes, just take it all to Jesus, <br />Dump it at his feet; <br />He'll show it to his Father <br />Up where the Heavens meet. <br />Sin always just enough, <br />So you can sin some more: <br />You know you can trust Jesus, <br />Not to close that door. <br /> <br />You've made your god a scapegoat <br />A whiner's alibi <br />The eternally forgiving <br />'Oops-got-something-in-my-eye' <br />Can't you show a sincere life, <br />If it’s Jesus you love best- <br />To give account for your belief, <br />Instead of endless tests?<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-to-jesus-4/
