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November 5th, 1927
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Written:
Aren't you tired of make believe,
And all that fake baloney,
In a world of selfishness,
Where everything's so phony?
Aren't you bored with parties,
The hollow hullabaloo,
And all the good-time Charlies,
Who love to steal from you?
Aren't you sick and tired,
Of people rarely caring,
Grabbing all you've got to give,
Bur rarely ever sharing?
Aren't you ready for something else,
Something real and true,
Something everlasting,
Something just for you?
Jesus Christ has promised this,
Just turn away from sin,
Discover all the joy He brings,
Despite the world you're in. |
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