How stained are your hands
How bloody are they
The sleeping watchman
Warning not the souls

Your colleagues at work
And your neighbours too
Swiftly journeying on
Unto endless time

Freely do you share
Laugh and dine with them
Rarely do you talk
Of salvation free

You freely discussed
Politics and sports
But you felt awkward
Discussing the word

Sometimes you’ve got prompts
From the Holy Ghost
Telling you to preach
But these you have spurned

When one neighbour died
You became so sad
And full of regrets

You did blame yourself
When that dear one died
‘Cos you didn’t warn him
Of danger ahead

You repented then
And promised the Lord
You’ll always warn them
Before it’s too late

You’ve reneged again
Again and again
And more souls got lost

When the message comes
Of the sinners doom
You’ll promise you’ll preach
But you hardly do

Why will you go on
Disobedient still
Hands all stained and filled
With these lost souls blood

You can turn around
Ask for mercy now
Your hands washed and cleansed
With the Saviour’s blood

Up! Go to the field
Swiftly preach the word
To all still alive
Snatch their souls from hell

How stained are your hands
With the sinners’ blood
How clean will they be
On the judgment day

Hurry not along
After reading this
Make amendments now
Before it’s too late.

Note: Pause and ponder on this food for thought. Examine yourself, make amends as necessary. May we not be guilty at last. Amen

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