Won't You Come To Jesus (Original)

I wrote a song for my wife. It's beautiful, just as she is. ❤

Please help give some thanks to her, as she helped to create the set and assisted with hitting the record button! She was also my cheerleader during the many difficulties... I couldn't have done this without her.

Babe, I love you.

I would ask everyone watching this video to pray that God may work on her in a saving way, and to pray for our walk...that it would be together in Jesus. Amen. Amen!

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Won’t You Come to Jesus (Lyrics)

You say, "What am I to make of this?"
"How much can I take of this?"
"Nothing ever goes to plan…"

And I say, "I came here for you to know."
"You’re not in this alone."
"Please pick up your head and put down your phone!"

Won’t you come to Jesus?
Haven’t you had enough
Of the endless searching
For meaning that you gave up?
You could die tomorrow
And enter eternity!
Won’t you come to Jesus
And on Him believe?!

Today is getting the worst of me...
And though you waited patiently,
Some things are just out of our hands.
And I pray that you won’t abandon hope...
That you’ll find a way to cope
And God will save you from the evil one.
May His kingdom come, His will be done!

Now, won’t you come to Jesus?
Haven’t I prayed enough?
Won’t you come to Jesus
For the truth of a better love?
We can find tomorrow
In the midst of your suffering
Once you come to Jesus.
Come to Jesus...
Come to Jesus, and make angels sing.

But what’s missing from your Babylon
Is a knowledge of the Son of God!

So won’t you come to Jesus?
Haven’t you had enough
Of the endless searching
For meaning that you gave up?
We could die tomorrow
And enter eternity!
Give your life a reason.
Out of season and come to Jesus!
He’s enough.
Turn around from sin to the God you’re running from.
We’ll meet Christ tomorrow
In the midst of your suffering.
Give your life to Jesus.
Oh, won’t you trust in Jesus?
Give your life to Jesus, and make the angels sing!

Songwriters: John Suprock

© Sep 2020 John Suprock