The Preacher stood and proclaimed God’s Word,
On lonely street corner where none else would.
God’s fire thundered and echoed ‘pon walls.
But upon no deaf ear, the Word e‘er falls.
The hearers are varied, some cold and some hot,
As the Preacher thundered, “Don’t let your soul rot!”
His bible held high and Words surely aimed,
His blood coursing hot and passion proclaimed.
“None can be saved without Jesus named “
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