I preach Christ crucified. How it is plain!
The sinner's prayer's repentant pilgrimage
unto the Cross, Christ's ancient anchorage,
shall slay the flesh, the spirit born again.
His Name, confessed, is spoken not in vain.
The Lord is God! Why do ye heathen rage?
Repent, O sinners, or receive your wage!
Come kiss the Son of God, or be ye slain!
I preach to you who perish foolishness,
yet gladly do I preach and play the fool
if I, by any means, may save, and bless,
and fit into Christ's crown another jewel,
which ye will be if ye will Christ confess
and from damnation's flames escape as fuel.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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