When the "bad guys" go out to play
They rob and steal your wares
They forage the streets at night
To see what they can make theirs


They care not who the owner is
They care not who they hurt
They're just out for a quick dollar
So they can get a quick fix


It doesn't occur to them at all
That the owner of that stolen vehicle
Might be living in a wheel chair
It might be their only mode to travel


They really don't seem to care
That the seemingly fat wallet stolen
Might contain someone's last cent
Intended for this weeks survival


They see a diamond necklace
They think the owner's got money
It doesn't quite occur to them
It's a treasure from great granny


But even if you told them
Would they ever say
"I'm sorry that I took that"
I say they wouldn't...no way!!


They have no fear or remorse
Their hearts are hard
Their souls are dead
They are in the hands of the enemy
Hell is where they're headed





They need prayer more than we do
We will survive our loss
But they won't make it to heaven
Unless they kneel at the Cross


The Cross of Jesus will heal them
Will take away their sins
Will melt their hardened hearts
Will bring them to their knees


They will regret what they've done
They'll come to a full realization
Of the pain they've caused
To man....to civilization


Another soul healed
Another criminal stopped
Another grateful Christian
Praying for those who have not
Found Jesus


I often don't want to pray
For those who hurt me or mine
But if I want to have true love
I have to keep in mind


That not everyone's easy to love
But then neither was I
Until Jesus healed my soul
Amen

© Mary Silva
May, 2006




If you judge people
you don't have time to love them
~ Mother Teresa ~





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