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The following poem was the result of my researching Lordship Salvation and all the seemingly innocuous ways that the Gospel can be distorted.

It's That Simple

We're being
strangled
by apostasy.
Faith
plus works
equals nothing.
God's
grace
rejected;
A precious gift
forsaken
by man's
foolish pride.
Submit,
repent,
accept,
obey,
commit,
receive,
confess,
and baptize
your way
into
deception.
Work
your way
to heaven
if you can.
Waste your time.
Waste your life.
Waste other's lives.
Follow
Satan's
twisted plan
or just believe:
He came,
He died
for me
and you,
He was buried,
He rose again.

(1 Cor. 15:1-5)

Lori Eldridge
(c) 7-18--00

The following poem is best viewed in a non-monospaced font because of the special formatting. I used Palatino on the Mac but Times on a PC might work. Each stanza should resemble a faucet dripping.

Looking

            Jesus
        looked
around
at 5,000 hungry people
and because he loved them so
He multiplied fishes and loaves,
taught them, and healed their sick.
But they were only looking for signs
and wonders and for a great deliverer.
                                                 And his heart

                                                             broke.

            Jesus
        looked
down
from the top of the cross
at those who'd whipped him,
beaten him, and spat in his face.
He was rejected by the very people
that He'd come to give up His life for.
Even His disciples ran away from Him.
                                                 And his heart

                                                             broke.

            Jesus
        looked
up at
His father in heaven,
and said, "Father, forgive them
for they know not what they do".
They didn't understand why He came,
who He was, or why He had to go away.
They only wanted a king and a deliverer.
                                                   And his heart

                                                               broke.

            Now
        Jesus is
looking
for the last of his sheep.
He calls them each by name.
But some will not answer his call.
He doesn't want any of them to perish.
It's getting dark. It's time to go shut the gate.
There are many dangers lurking out there.
                                                     And his heart

                                                                 breaks.

Lori Eldridge

(c) 12-8-94

The dripping faucet symbolizes his tears.

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