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Through the tender mercy of our God, With which the Dayspring from on high has visited us;  To give light to those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, To guide our feet into the way of peace.” (Luke 1:78-79) When the first Adam gulped down the forbidden fruit wheels of destiny began to turn slowly Man Unable to escape the shackles of time Each day that we lived Brings us a day closer to death Death’s dark tentacles writhe and sway Along destruction’s broad, decaying way Each fleeting thrill, each wild delight Draws the soul into endless night Eating only leaves you hungrier Drinking only leaves you thirstier Indulgence and wild revelry lead only to deeper emptiness O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? The last Adam sacrificed His life Through death He destroyed devil who had the power of death For us who were under the dominion of darkness He opened a path of salvation filled with light To gain life First lose life The baptism of living water washed me away to the foot of the cross The noonday sun cast its slanting rays shining upon the precious blood of Jesus Only me and Him His blood dripped down onto my heart I died But I know I’m living Died to sin But living to God Left, right, or ahead Friend, may you too find that narrow path to eternal life Grace waters the journey faith lights the path may every step led by the Lord bloom with life!

Do you see it? Thin mist covers the sky as dawn breaks through, Roaring waves surge, sweeping away the earth’s greyness, Clanking steel chariots of raging fire, Silently approaches the distance with great might. Do you see it? The fire first turns left — Standing tall, the dreamlike glorious city of Sodom. Carefully crafted marble slabs, dazzling gold-lined curtains. In an instant, the Scroll of Judgement with red flames in the sky, consumes every mute and decadent luxury, Scattering vast ashes of justice. Do you see it? The fire then turns right— Merchants gather like clouds under Babylon. The immoral woman, whose body is covered with blasphemous names. Evil overflows the vessel like an erupting volcano, pouring down on the sky-high Tower of Babel. In an instant, the ground reflects a crimson flame. The Tower of Babel is but a piece of wood, Crackling in the flames, Every inch of fiber screams in agony. Do you see it? The fire then approaches you. Holding on to gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay and straw, How are you planning to build? Where is your blueprint? Will your foundation be secure? In an instant, When the raging fire’s final trumpets echo throughout the heavens, Are you Reduced to ashes? Or are you Reborn through the flames? If you see this What will you do?

Salvation is not only a protective shield, but a commission and a responsibility.