Dear, nonbelievers 

 

Living loud and breathing pride

Walking the high road, living their lives

Sowing strife, their spirits are dried

speaking lies and taking bribes

 

The wicked reap violence, 

And with their words they sow destruction 

In their fury they write their own death sentence

They judge by outer appearance, they are without instruction

 

Their mouths are filled with corruption and lies

They use venomous deceit to get their sinful way

Godliness and righteousness is what they despise

It is their own Creator who they betray

 

They lack the knowledge to know their fate

Ignorance and foolishness are their guides

They wage war and reek with hate

Desolation is the destination of their high rides

 

The righteous try to warn them of the destruction of their path

Their time is short, soon judgement will be passed

We try to warn them that they drink the cup of wrath

We try to reach them through prayer and fast

 

We do not seek their destruction, we want them to be saved

God wills for none to perish, turn back before it’s too late

Sin is a snare in which you are enslaved

Please turn from your sins, and change your fate

 

Sincerely, Bethany