Sharing Your Christian Walk

Sharing Your Christian Walk short poem

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Walking down the street
Talking to everyone I meet,
I share my testimony freely,
Praying they will let GOD,
Come into their heart.

We Christians should do this
Every where we go,
Let the LIGHT of JESUS in us,
Ignite and flow.

So those who are LOST
Will become SAVED,
JESUS fought the BATTLE,
On the CROSS,
For all of us,
ETERNAL LIFE he gave.

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Im a 61 year old GRANDMA of soon to be 11 grand children. I have two children. Ive been writing since the age of 14. One waspublished in COLONY,TX newspaper1982. I had a poem call ed LIFE published in poetry anology book of butterflies 2011. I write poems to give as gifts. I believe GOD gave me the gift of writing,singing. I sent a manuscript to TATE PUBLISHING. should be published in three months. My thirteen year old grand daughter. KATHLYN BADGET. Gave me the encouragement to write the book. That's titled GODS PATHWAYS THROUGH LIFE.
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Preeti
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Sharing the word of the lord…beautiful thought!

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