When your road is long, dark and dreary,
Your trials seem hard to solve, Talk to Jesus.

He slept in a stable, wore a crown of painful
thorns, bore puncture wounds in His side, 
bled and died on a cross.  He went to hell;
snatched the keys of life from satans' hands
that we may have the free will to choose
life eternal or die in sin. He went
to be with His Heavenly Father.

There is no excuse for excuses.
He came to keep hope alive!

Louisa A Dobbins
(c) 2008