This is an Emergency

There are too many guns
In our schools;
Too many gangs
Who think that they can rule.

There are too many children
Using illegal drugs,
And being disrespectful
Just acting like thugs.

There is too much violence
In the classrooms;
Too many young people
Ending up in tombs.

Too many having sex,
Too much teen pregnancy;
Young people, wake up
This is an emergency!

Learn Your A B C’S

Ask God to help you,
Ask, and you’ll receive,
You’ve got to wait on the Lord,
And you’ve got to Believe.

Confess your faults,
And your secret sins,
You must Die to self,
If you want to make it in.

Everlasting Life,
That’s what God promises us,
Forgiving one another,
Now, that’s a must.

Grace is God’s gift,
We surely didn’t earn,
Being Humble,
That’s something that we must learn.

Impossible things
That’s what God can do,
Jesus is Lord,
He died for me and you.

Be Kind to one another,
And God will be pleased,
Love not only in words,
But also in deeds.

Jesus said, “My yoke is easy,
And my burden is light,”
Oh, won’t you come to Jesus,
This could be your day or Night.

On that old rugged cross,
Jesus suffered and died,
God hates it when,
We are puffed up with Pride.

Always be quick to listen,
And slow to speak,
The seeds that we plant,
We will also reap.

We must study hard,
To show ourselves approved,
For when we know the Truth,
We’re not easily moved.

For all unbelievers,
God commands us to pray,
Soon and very soon,
There will be a “Judgment Day.”

Jesus is the answer,
He’s the only Way,
He’s much more reliable than,
Any doctor or x-ray.

With Jesus by your side,
You are never alone,
Let’s march together to Zion,
Our beautiful heavenly home.

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!
Goes the gun,
It’s somebody’s daughter
Or somebody’s son
Killed in the streets by a handgun.

Can somebody please tell me
What’s gone wrong?
The families of today
Just aren’t too strong.

There are too many children
Being killed in schools;
No one lives by
The Golden Rule.

Bang! Bang!
The sound of the gun.
Down the hallways
The frightened students run.

I hear the screams,
The moans, and cries;
I hate to see
Young people die.

Bang! Bang! I can almost feel
The heat of the lead;
Everyday it seems like
Another child is dead.

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