Gary Field
DC# M05398
Century C.I.
Century, FL 32535
E1-103

Let's Pretend

Let's pretend, for just a moment, my friend
That all your deeds, were shown on C.N.N.
That everything, you had ever done,
Was shown on "prime time" to everyone.

Let me ask - would you do the same?
Just pretend, that this is a game.

The things you done, would you do them again,
If they were broadcast on T.B.N.?
What if your life was an open book,
And anyone, could just take a look -

And all the things, that you'd like to forget,
Were splashed all over on the internet.
If all the things that you knew were wrong,
Were played on every station like the number 1 song.

If the darkest secrets, hid within your soul,
Were flashed on the big screen at the Super Bowl.
If all the dirt - the darkest part of you,
Was shown on cable, or on "pay per view".

How would it feel, if all your "petty crimes"
Were shown on the cover of the N.Y. Times.
It's just a game - but imagine the shame,
If all your sins were posted under your name.

Well, my friend - it's time to open your eyes,
Consider this, just a word to the wise -
The heart of man can wear no disguise,
That can hide your intent from the Master's eyes.

Hebrews 4:12 will erase any doubt,
If you don't understand what I'm talking about,
"He discerns the thoughts and intents of the heart."
Soul, spirit, joints and marrow - He divides apart.

If it's still not clear, if you still have qualms,
Take a look at 44:21 in the Book of Psalms.
"Shall not God search this out?" - No secrets, my friend.
That part is not a game of "Let's Pretend".

Thank God for His mercy and amazing grace -
Though we all have stumbled, we're not out of the race.
There's redemption - and forgiveness of sin...
It's about where you're going, not where you've been.

Come now, friend - "Let us reason together",
The weight that besets us is as light as a feather
And though your past has led you through the mud,
You can get cleansed - put it under the blood.

Because the price was paid on Calvary,
And the blood of Jesus has set us free.
He paid the price to give us liberty -
When He shed his blood, we got the victory.

So while there's time - think about it, my friend
This is just a poem, and soon it will end.
It's up to you, what the future will hold,
Just remember - you've already been told.

"He discerns the thoughts and intents of the heart."
But it's NOT too late to make a fresh start.
The next time that you hear an altar call,
You can nail your sins up on the wall.

The time is at hand, yes - the night's far spent,
Make a stand on your knees - time to repent.