The End of the Road: I Love Bingo (Chp.8)

It seems like the older we get, the more offended we are at being told that our good works won’t earn us a place in Heaven. Maybe it’s because older people have witnessed more religious feuds than the younger or maybe it’s because more people have bombarded them with “convert loony” type approaches and they can no longer tell the difference between people who genuinely follow the Holy Bible and those from cults.

Only the Holy Spirit can convict people of sin and only he can convince them that Jesus is the way the truth and the life. That is why it is very emotional for Christians when they witness the conversion of people who are in their prime of life. Knowing they have spent wasted years living without him, stirs up our compassion because we know how much they have missed in their former years.

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I Love Bingo

I love Bingo,

It’s my time for socialising.

It’s my safe haven

From a world that’s terrorising.

Last week my handbag

Was snatched from my shoulder.

This world’s getting worse,

Thugs are getting bolder.

The boy was younger

Than my youngest grandson.

Has he a conscience?

Has he morals? Not one.

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As I sit at the table

With a pen in my hand,

I think what he needs

Is a good reprimand.

I chat with my friends

As we start a new game,

But inside, I’m thinking,

I’ll not be the same.

The attack left me scared

For, I live on my own.

My only contact with others

Is from my old phone.

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I love Bingo,

But I can’t concentrate.

I’m wondering why people

Are full of madness and hate.

As I tick off the numbers,

I stare at the clock.

Only ten minutes left,

My knees start to knock.

I’ll be home soon,

On my own and afraid.

It’s time to get serious,

It’s time that I prayed.

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Oh God, if you’re there,

Protect me tonight.

Please reassure me

That I’ll be alright.

I’ll listen and I’m sorry

For taking so long,

To admit that I need you.

I’ve been so headstrong.

Be part of my life,

Whatever is left.

I’ve changed since I’ve been

A victim of theft.

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Everyone is laughing

But my eyes are swollen.

I’m crying because I realise,

I too, have stolen.

I’ve kept from God,

All of my best years,

And all I have now,

Are eyes full of tears.

He wanted my attention,

To be fully involved,

While I turned to other people,

To get my problems solved.

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I love Bingo,

But I want God included.

I no longer want

Him to be excluded.

Into the chute,

Goes another ball.

I look up and laugh,

I don’t care at all.

I have a full house,

So, I don’t need to win,

For I’ve just asked God

To forgive all my sin.

I have a full house,

So, I’ve got more than most,

With me, there is now

Father, Son, Holy Ghost.

Yes, when I get home,

My heart shall be calm,

For, God promises to keep

His children from harm.