What You Choose To Believe

If you like me, praise God.. 
If you don't like me, praise God.
To offend those who reject Jesus, I may always do..
But as for me and my house, we will fight the  good fight of faith.

Jesus came among His own and His own received Him not..
He shed His blood on Calvary, to destroy Satan's plot.
He took our sins upon Himself and showed to all mankind..
Through every generation, His love will make you shine.

The good, the bad and ugly, you may think I am..
A stranger to a brother, or the storm in every calm.
What you choose to believe, has nothing to do with me..
For one fine day, way up high, a liar you can't be.

If I am loved by all, then I fail to serve in truth..
For my heart won't grow in faith and grace, or glow like Grandma Ruth.
Perfect may my footsteps be, as I strive to rise each day..
To conquer and continue, as on my knees I pray.



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