Muhammad Ali. The sound of his name is known the world over.
He was arguably the greatest boxer who has ever lived. He is a very famous man. But the Scripture that always comes to mind when I think of such high-profile people is this:
“What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his own soul” (Mark 8:36).
I pray that just one of the seeds of the gospel that had been sown into the soil of Ali’s heart by a faithful witness germinated and caused true conversion in his life, and that he called on the name of the Lord even in his dying hours.
All the accolades and wonderful things people are now saying about him as they prepare for his funeral are worth nothing. The major news channels are now carrying coverage of his life as many of the world’s leaders and famous figures and personalities laud Ali’s accomplishments.
I’ve already heard some things shared today of how great of a man he was—with one family member saying that there will never be one as great as Muhammad Ali ever again. It was grievous and nauseating to me as I listened and observed with deep sadness the futility of man. Without Christ in a man’s life, it is all vanity.
As I thought on the number of dead and dying every day, I wrote this ballad to express my grief and pain of those who leave this Earth without Christ. May it awaken each of us again to the awful reality of hell, and stir us to reach more of the living with the love of God and the message of the gospel.
The Sinner’s Ballad
Words from empty men, they are vain. To the righteous, full of truth, they can even cause pain.
They have no power to help the man. They give him a false comfort; this is the devil’s plan.
All these high and mighty commendations that those who knew him pull,
Are clouds without rain, just a bunch of bull.
Trees that bear no fruit are words disconnected from Jesse’s root.
Wandering stars in the blackest night are the pretentious words of men that offer no light.
All that can help a sin-sick men like Ali is the Blood of the man that came out of Galilee.
Islam is a big fat lie from the pit of hell.
It is demonic, and deceptive and can never make a man well.
Many mighty men through generations of time,
Would give anything now dead, if out of hell they could climb.
Hell opens its mouth wide and swallows them up,
Disbelieving in the Savior who already drank that cup.
Even though they’ve been slaves to their sin and master,
When they die without Christ, it’s the most tragic disaster.
You can laud their skills and accomplishments in life;
Say pretty words at their funeral that hide your strife.
You can even tell humorous stories and make his mourners laugh,
But if they knew where the man now is they wouldn’t resort to such a gaffe.
For any man that dies without Christ should make one weep,
At the misery of a hopeless destination, that plays to keep.
From such there is no exit from beyond the deep.
Go ahead and say your soothing R.I.P.s,
And pretend he now rests on flowery beds of ease.
Pretend that his false gods can be appeased
And save his soul even after he leaves.
No, my friend, no. One thousand times, no.
To the wicked, says God, peace does not flow.
They are all a ship of fools who don’t believe in sacrificial substitution,
But only trust law and rules scripted by some dead institution.
Be good to your neighbor, they say.
Let each man find his own happy way.
They tell you every religion leads to heaven,
Unware that this is in fact the devil’s leaven.
Always help the poor and suffering humanity,
And you’ll enter heaven’s door to a blissful eternity.
Who you worship doesn’t really matter.
If it’s Muhammad or Mary, they’ll help you climb that ladder.
Those who think they can save themselves by heeding these lies
Will die the eternal death never to part those heavenly skies.
It’s only holy Blood that can save a man’s soul;
The Blood of one born to a virgin is what will make him whole.
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ is more than a curse word;
He’s the One and only God and Savior of the world.
Any other word is the devil’s dope,
Lies you’ve heard that give no hope.
I hope men like Ali discover this, so they won’t descend forever into the awful abyss.
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