Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love
Tolerance and love is preached… But,
at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!
His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!
How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..” We have lost!
In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”
Many want the loving side of God. I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…
Can you name them?
God is a God of love.
But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command
me and you!
If it’s tolerance and love you want… Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!
The people of Israel wanted “free love.”
Look what it got
them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
it taught them!
God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!
“Without holiness… No
man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!
Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
you’ve been livin’!
He gives eternal life to those who
diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!
By Jim Pemberton
Midnight Tolerance
A delusory pleasure bristled the solitary abator
And the dusky night rides down the sky
An ethereal beauty demoed with her au naturel demeanor
The solitary abator bumps with illusions, thus far realisms
high.
Elated with red-hot
mysticisms the abator closed his eyes
And mildly felt the zephyr over the mum wispy time
She reposed in her bareness beside his devout envies
The abator fluffed up ca-cacing his limbs to ease with
spirit and bine.
An awaited soul
perked up with flavour of lust and zeal
And the midnight silence prolonged to be livening with
insidiousness
She abreast herself over his frvid spirit of unreal
The abator matte-up bosoming her with barmy tenderness.
The ravenous abator
intimated himself in the same state of bareness
And the dark moonless night beamed with perfect ecstacy and
elan
She ooohed legalizing the demon-ridden enduringness
The abator held himself with an abrupt spasmodic movement of
his organ.
The wonky estrus
abator coaxed himself with the pleasure of onanism
And the gentle breeze was felt to soothe the pragmatism
Slowly her au naturel beauty faded, idling the eroticism
Bequeathing the abator's midnight oneirism.
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