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To Follow Jesus

This is my plea; this is MY submission

So I petition you to stay away from vain tradition

It’s rudimentary my dear Christians!

Follow Jesus not man, don’t listen to magicians

 

The inscription was handwritten on my heart

Its perfection has forever been positioned

Jesus was not a politician, so why place restrictions?

Where’s the distinction?

 

This isn’t a competition

There’s only the affliction of a life spent in derision

The road less traveled can be protection, reflection, and salvation;

This is my position:

You can put a gun to my head wish me dead and I still won’t regret my decision - to follow Jesus!

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Written by
richard-martin
36 / M / Romanian
Published
Apr 9, 2018
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13·106
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#christians#follow#jesus#tomorrow#life#motto#is#salvation#faith#death
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