A Short Testimony

I was raised in a religious home,
But God and His truth, I never knew;
Looked in hope to the vicar of Rome;
No one said he was a sinner too.

Got involved in political things,
Became a young socialist of sorts,
Knew all the slogans, learned all the spin;
Thought of Jesus, a bit, I suppose.

The “cog in the wheel” wasn’t for me,
Nor that I should “serve the greater good”:
Humans should have greater dignity
Than a tool of the state ever would.

Met my girl, what a pearl!! She’s the best;
We traveled far and set up our home;
In our family life we’ve been blessed:
Here, I once would have ended this poem!

I heard Christ’s truth preached and believed;
What great joy does the real gospel bring!
In the depths of my heart was relieved
To know peace and redemption from sin.

We both live in hope of His glory,
With His peace and great joy in our hearts;
A more joyful end to my story
Than if stopped at the earlier part!!

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