A poem about borders.
Boundaries
Invisible lines,
Drawn in indelible ink,
Dividing one from another,
On one side my enemy,
On the other my friend,
Yet on both sides people,
Will we follow Christ,
And say there are none,
But believers,
And unbelievers,
And all unbelievers are to be loved into the kingdom,
Convinced by our caring,
Not converted by coercion,
For if a man does not accept Christ,
Of his own free will,
Then there is no conversion at all!
© 2011 Vic Jones
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