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Jan 2016
A man decided to go to church one day,
He was down hearted and  so went to pray.

He came to the front door ad was welcomed in,
There quietly seated were many children, women and men,

The teacher in Sunday School made him feel glad,
For he heard more about Jesus than he ever had.

The Preacher then followed preaching God’s Word,
The message was different than any he had ever heard,

He made very plain  God’s simple salvation plan,
How that His only Begotten Son died to save every man.

He urged all to accept Jesus from sin  He will set you free,
I knew I was a sinner, the Holy Spirit was convicting me,

The Preacher called out, “Beloved, what shape are you in?
Without repenting faith there is no forgiveness of sin! “

The invitation was offered, but I waited for awhile,
But I couldn’t resist God  calling me to walk down the aisle.

At the old -fashioned altar on my knees I repented of sin,
Now Jesus is my personal Savior, praise God I’m born again.

Then there came a day when testimonies were being given So this is his testimony of that day he received Salvation.

Well Folks, one Sunday morning I repented
                                Of my self-righteousness.
I knelt down at the altar,
                                 And Jesus Christ confessed.
Then one day I was baptized,
                                  As a public confession of faith,
In Jesus Christ as my  Savior,
                                   And God’s wonderful Grace.
Now every day I try harder,
                                    then did the day before,
To live my life more pleasing,
                                    And glorify the Lord.
Every day I’m reading my Bible,
                                    And spending time in prayer,
And to my friends & neighbors
                                     I the Gospel share.

I never miss a church service
                                     On Sundays or mid-week too,
Oh how I love Jesus,
                                      My Friends, how about you.

Praise God I 'm saved, Praise God I'm saved
I'm born again a child of God
Praise God I'm saved
How about it my poet friend, can you sing this song?
Praise Gods I'm saved?
Written by
Jerry Howarth  Topeka, Ks.
(Topeka, Ks.)   
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