STRANGERS
The world is a place
A stage where people come and go
A place where we live like friends and foes
Wonderfully made, with the garden of Eden
But love for God, our mind was eaten
Though our hearts have turned evil
Designed by the devil
When Christ came, we were bought and saved
The path of truth was paved
But little seemed to change
Leaving out hearts still vile and strange
The choice to make
On which path to take
Is all that is left, but will soon be late
For drawing close is the judgement date.
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