W H Y C A N 'T YOU? You can talk about the weather, If it's wet, or dry, or hot, Will it snow, or will the sun shine, should you take a coat, or not? You. can talk about TV stars, what they do, or say; You can tell the punch line of each joke and the plot of every play. Why can't you talk about Christ? You can talk about the ball game, will the home team lose or win? Will the batter hit a homer, or maybe bat one in? You can tell about your new car, the color and its power. You can rave about its beauty or its mileage by the hour Why can't you talk about Christ? You can talk about your neighbor, how he treats his wife and child; If he does the things that please you, or he lets his boy run wild. You can talk about your government and talk of politics. You can tell your friends for whom to vote to weed out all the hicks. Why can't you talk about Christ? You can talk about your children, your wife, and family; You can talk about the church, the school, and community. You can talk about the prices of food, and gas, and clothes; You can talk about most anything as anybody knows. Why can't you talk about Christ? Why can't you tell about Him and of His lowly birth? Why can't you tell the reason that He came down to earth? Why can't you tell about the love that suffered Him to die? Why can't you tell about the cross against a darkened sky? Why can't you talk about Christ? Why can't you walk up to your friend or even a relation, Why can't you tell him of Christ's love that promises salvation? Why can't you tell him ho^ Christ's blood was shed to set man free?
How it can wash away his sin for all eternity? Why can't you talk about Christ? Why can't you tell him he is lost for now and evermore, Unless he takes Christ in his heart when He knocks on the door? Why can't you tell him that his sin he need no longer carry, That God has promised in His Word, in the deepest sea to bury? Why can't you talk about Christ? — Doris Gainder GIVE ME A PASSION Did you ever win a soul to Christ? If so, how long ago? Has it been a week, a month, a year Since God used you to show The blessed way of the cross to a weary soul, Weighted down with his sin, Since you felt the joyous thrill that comes As you see one enter in? Perhaps you recall it was your word That led some soul to Him Months or years ago, but now The memory's growing dim; But what of the days or weeks since then, What of this very day? Have you held forth the Word of Life To a lost soul today? Has your love for Him grown colder With every passing week? Has your ardor cooled till you seldom dare Of your Saviour dear to speak? Do you often a heavy-burdened heart Lift to the Lord in prayer For those without the Heavenly fold, Plead their salvation there? O Lord, convict each child of Thine Who does not heed Thy Word To spread the Gospel everywhere To those who have not heard. Convict of sin— for such it is— And give new love for Thee And for lost souls, that we may heed Thy words to us, "Go ye!"
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