Miracles do not happen any more.
It is unwise to claim God talked to you;
Rouse not your neighbor to tell something new,
As messengers will be scorned as before...
Christ in his hometown could not be believed.
Like a coconut, He fell from God's tree;
Entombed, his disciples just fled and grieved.
Soon Christ took root, bore fruit to make men free...
However, He may yet be crestfallen
As more men from His Path have departed.
People on Life's road strayed or have fallen;
Pilgrims in search of Truth have been thwarted.
End-times this century is prophesied:--
Now, ere it is too late, be on Christ's side!
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