Treasure Island

Ray Lucero


LOOK BUSY JESUS IS COMING


Look busy Jesus is coming soon
To free you from strife and war
Did you think our sins immune?
Time to tally up your score

Look busy Jesus is coming soon
Dead branches you must prune
Set aside all childish things
And release harmful craving

Look busy Jesus is coming soon
Time to tidy up your inner house
To prepare for the honeymoon
Wash n’ press a wedding blouse

Angels prepare a wedding feast
For the “Greatest” to the “Least”

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Submitted: Friday, June 05, 2009

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  • Michele Kostelnik Parrillo (5/10/2011 9:05:00 PM)

    This is so beautiful to think about-when all the believers in Christ are together for the supper table. Wonderful write - makes one have great joy. The future with Jesus is the best. Great poem.
    Michele Kostelnik Parrillo (Report) Reply

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