
Jesus Is Knocking At your Door
If Jesus knocks upon your door,
will you let Him in?
Or will you continue walking
in your wicked path of sin?
How many times must He appear,
before you change your mind?
And will this time be the last,
before you're left behind?
He never promised things would be our way.
But there's one thing I know.
He said repent, believe,
and we'll be with Him, when we leave this world below.
He walked on earth a mortal man,
and trials came His way.
But He never gave up the battle.
In Heaven He waits for us today.
Please Jesus wait a little longer,
there's so many lost in sin.
Knock once more on their hearts door.
We want to see them all come in.
I will continue praying,
shedding tears, until it's time to go.
But when I leave to be with you Lord.
"One last tear will be left below.
Written By Adria Roberts
Angelheart
Copyright© May 26 2001
He's coming For Me
I'll walk through the fields with Jesus In Glory.
I'll look on His face, He'll know me up there. there.
My friends I must leave, but oh what a blessing.
To live in a home God went to prepare.
He's coming for me, and I know I am ready.
When He reaches His Hand, I'll grasp it, I'm free.
I'll walk with my King through Heavens bright city.
I am here waiting, He's coming for me.
To my children I leave a beautiful message.
I have gone on to be with my King.
But one glad day I'll meet you in Glory.
I'll be up there with my Heavenly wings.
My Father will watch ore and give you my message.
For my loved ones I'll be waiting to see.
God will overpower the word's of old satan,
and deliver my loved ones to me.
Written By Adria Roberts
Angelheart
Copyright©2000
The Price Was Paid
I vision a lonely hillside
where three crosses stood.
I saw my blessed Savior,
he's done nothing but good.
I knew to go to Heaven,
a change must be made,
because that cross on Calvary,
made me so afraid.
I knew I was a sinner,
and Jesus was the only way,
my Savior hung upon one cross,
on that awful day.
I knew that God was watching,
because this was in his plan.
He sacrificed his only son
for the sins of every man.
They placed him in a lonely tomb,
but on that third and final day,
nothing could ever stop Him,
the stone was rolled away.
He returned to Heaven
and sits upon His throne.
He is now waiting
to welcome His children home.
I cannot repay Him
but I will do my best.
He gave to me His spirit
and I have passed the test.
I do not know how long I'll live But while I'm here,
Lord, let me give Some comfort to help someone in need
A smile or laugh,
a kind word or deed.
And let me do what ever I can
to ease things for my fellow man.
I want nothing, but to do my part
to "lift" a tired or weary heart.
To change friends' frowns to smiles again.
Then I will not have lived in vain.
I'll not care how long I'll live
If I can give ~ and give ~ and give.
Written By Adria Roberts
Angelheart
Copyright © 2000

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