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Whisper's so Loud Even in the Depths of the Darkest Night
Red roses, sweet lips, whisper's in the night'"
Oh, how soon do words spoken take flight?
Yesterday's we walked along the river banks.
Today, we watch as over the ground roll the proud tanks.
Tomorrow for you is uncertain and far away.
Yet, for me tomorrow is for which I long and pray.
In vain, I've shared many a time with you.
Yet you see only today, eternity's reality hidden from you in a sky of blue.
I've prayed oft for you, in kindness I've shared with you the only true hope.
Yet still you walk in your way, fast deceived by the god of this world, never seeing the rope.
You've walked, you've ran seeking after the riches of this world, never seeing all this will soon fade.
You've laughed, you've mocked, even as soon through that final valley will your soul wade.
Believing yourself superior you've cast down what can never be explained with the wisdom of man.
Trusting in many deceitful lies, you've placed yourself in the deceptive one's hand.
My friend for you I've prayed so very often, even as you scoffed mocked and hastily looked away.
But yet, still for you I must pray.
Seeking not my own gain'"
Knowing full well your soon pain.
Fearful for your soul I still pray.
Will I still yet continue on in vain?
Perhaps this day you will turn from the deceitful one, pulling free of his unholy grasp.
Before at last your breath falls silent in it's last gasp.
My words to you will soon long be faded into the night, as soon my breath will be shimmer of a memory long past.
My friend look into my eyes, see time it is fading fast, the midnight hour it has long past.
How long will you continue on the way that is wide and broad that only leads to the soul being far away forever cast?
Is perhaps this very day to be your last?
In torment and fire, are those who neglect the greatest gift ever given.
The gift my friend was the ransom paid for your very soul, your debt forgiven.
Yet, my friend if not accepted, it is our own debt that for all eternity we will pay.
My friend the deceptive one has blinded you, and lies to you each and every day.
My dearest friend, how long, how long will you wander along to eternal destruction?
My friend have I not led by example, have I not been humble, have I been the stumbling block that's led you to refuse "His" truth and instruction.
If my dearest friend it is truly because of me that the evil one has been able to harden your heart'"
Then my dearest friend we must surely part.
Yet for you I'll always pray.
For we none know yet the final earthly day.
In pride many have walked.
In pride many have of Heaven talked.
But have we been used by the "deceptive one"?
Has our lives made mockery of what we say we've won?
Believing and trusting in the security of Heaven, have we forgotten the road we once walked.
Our conversation is of Heaven it is true, but our words must be lived if they are to be talked.
A stumbling block many of us have become, not particularly by personal choice, but by unintentional pride.
Prideful we forget that others are still taking the most deceptive ride.
Forgetting what we were, we condemn and judge in such a way to instill a deep ghastly wedge.
How soon we forget that once we too were walking along the deceptive ledge.
Forgetting we once walked as many still do, lost and undone.
How can we win a soul for Heaven if we neglect to tell and show what for us "He" has already done?
We must if we will win another lead by example, but we must also remember that our example should be shown in love.
Without love, how can we ever share the greatest gift that ever came down from above?
It is because of love "He" ever came.
It is because of love , that on "His" name we must proclaim.
But my dear Christian friend, we must do more than proclaim.
We must bring glory to "His" Holy name.
How my friend can we bring glory?
If we forever complain and dwell on all that is gory?
"He", has shown us the way, and has told us to meditate on "His" word, and pray.
For surely if it were not but for "His" grace we would be much worse than they'"
My dearest Christian friend for others surely we must pray.
But my friend we must be willing to work in "His" fields, if we will ever lead others from the destructive way.
Sitting on a shelf in "His" house, it is safe it is true.
But my dear Christian friend, can you not see the tears that have fallen for the lost have made many a deep and blue ocean?
The ocean it is wide, it is surely deep, yet it is salty with the very salt of many a tear.
How soon we forget someone for us lingered and prayed many a year.
My friend if I've not been all I should be, from my heart truly I must render my deepest apology.
But remember to my Christian friend, we must each share our part, for the "evil one" still runs free.
In love we must pray for one another, in love we must to the lost go.
For every moment someone steps into the Reaper's boat, and from this shore does row.
Thread softly my Christian friend.
Remembering that this world it is not the last, and the first death it is not the very end'"
Red roses, red roses, whisper's in the night.
How soon will each soul take flight?
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