Poetry

The Conversation of Pilgrims

I was born and raised Buddhist,

Working my way only to coexist,

And everything I did never saved me,

For all sins lead to death, you see?

Where does sin come from you ask?

Our sinful thought is already dark.

So well then, what shall we do?

I say to you I know who.

Who can save us from this cycle?

The vicious cycle that leads to hell.

Jesus is the way I say to you.

He will save us from heading the blues.

Yes, the Good News tells us this,

Those who believe in Him will exist.

His way will lead us to heaven,

To love God and others we learn,

The Holy Spirit is working in us,

Let’s be thinking, saying, doing things fabulous,

Yes, though the gate is narrow,

But we won’t be heading to sorrow.

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