Some mere mortals exist yet from a plated glass they live by sight not of faith at all. looking back at the world for comfort & pleasure Basking in the vast array of sin. self & Satan
yet once they were moved even active in ministry ever since that day they have fallen away today they question the existence of their maker making him appear as a caped crusader
they are the almost Christian my friend on the day of judgement they will cry out, "Lord, Lord" they were never really attached to his vine there heart his far from there maker
yet he has given then enough time to believe to repent & fall down at the knee what is my heart felt one last plea ? Return to your first love with a full heartfelt commitment
Serve the king of kings and the Lord of Lord's each moment embrace the wonder of the cross before it's to late leading to a tragic loss