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273 E Queenwood Rd
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IS IT TOO LATE?
Is it too late that I be saved? I asked myself one day. I’ve never sought to please the Lord, But always disobeyed.
I’ve traveled and I’ve wandered Down so many roads of sin. How could He keep on loving me; Still wish me enter in?
My heart did so condemn me, I had no peace within. How dare I ask the Father To save me from my sin?
Then God in all His mercy, Made one thing known to me. “I sent my dear son Jesus, To die upon that tree.
He took your sins upon Him, From death He set you free; I wish you’d take advantage Of his suffering there for thee.
If you will not accept it Then His death was but in vain; Or you may ever look to Me And there your hope remain.
There are none that are to weary, There are none that are too old, But that I can’t redeem them, And bring them to the fold.
I am the true and loving God,” He spoke right to my heart, And I’ll accept His promises And ne’er from Him depart.
Written by Bonnie J. Hays
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