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Romans 10 : 9-11 "I BELIEVE"

If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,”and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. 10 For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. 11 As Scripture says, “Anyone who believes in him will never be put to shame.”




My now late neighbour, Gavin,

He passed, 2016,

I’d grown to love him deeply,

On me, did  heavily lean.


If e’er he needed driven,

Appointment, or the store,

He’d call me on the telephone,

Or ‘rap’ upon my door.


His wife had passed a year plus,

Drove her, work, to and fro,

I recalled well, the hassle

Of bussing it, so slow.


Was visiting in hospital,

As I was apt to do,

’Twas just my inner nature,

Given t'no matter who.


Informed him that I loved him,

Though, was a higher power,

Who’d died, because He loved him,

{Knew NOT, ’twas eleventh hour.}


Told him the shortened version

Of message bold and true,

How it was oh so simple

To gain a life anew.


I said “I love you Gavin,

Though someone loves you more,

So much, He  died in your stead,

Now knocks on your heart’s door.


“Do you believe this message

And this free gift receive?”

While voice was faint and shallow

His lips moved “I believe” 


Next morning, after eighth hour,

Of his demise, was told,

While pain and hurt was in my heart,

My JOY was sevenfold.


I KNOW that we will meet anew

With tears of JOY in eyes,

Whene’er with loved ones, reunite,

In HEAVENLY Paradise.

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