Today's cross: Wood cross made with a scroll saw by Sharon McClarnon (Greenview, Indiana), a friend of Pastor Charles' mother.
Charles Wesley
SINNERS, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why;
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of his own hands:
Why, ye thankless creatures, why,
Will ye cross his love, and die?
Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why;
God, who did your spirits give,
Died himself, that ye might live.
Will you let him die in vain,
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why,
Will you slight his grace, and die?
Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why;
He who all your lives hath strove,
Woo’d you to embrace his love;
Will you not his grace receive?
Will you still refuse to live?
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why,
Will you grieve your God, and die?
Dead, already dead within,
Spiritually dead in sin;
Dead to God while here you breathe;
Pant ye after second death?
Will you still in sin remain,
Greedy of eternal pain?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will you for ever die?
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