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Jun 2017
Oh, someone sinned.
But they was a holy man.
Suddenly, he was judged by many.
You might say plenty.

But didn't Jesus requested some around him that acted perfect to throw stone.
But none did.
For even a holy man isn't perfect.

Whatever?
We measure others too.
Means, we must be ready to be measured too.

If ALL were perfect in God's eyes.
Than there wouldn't have been any reason for Christ to die.

A holy man cried.
Confessed and apologized.
And requested a radar at the front on each church door.

And spoke, for those that perfect and can't forgive another.
Pass through the radar.
But none accepted.

For a holy man is like us.
A simply man preaching love.
Church is for the sinners and not for the saints.

For lost souls, you're hoping to attract.
And watch Jesus' welcome them all back.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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