Blessings would fade...
The generosity of others would all pass away.
Fend for yourself... creatures of the land, air, and sea!
We would be pawns on a chessboard sacrificed at His whim.
No one to come along beside us--
No encouraging words or a shoulder to cry on...
only unanswered prayer.
While the laughter of our requests roll like thunder from His lips.
In His eyes what fools we appear to be...
Jesus would be a mystery.
No Christmas, no Easter!
What an awful place to be...