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A Heart after GodOur bodies are made of clay, As long as we trust and obey; We will not cure as the Lord molds, And is shaping us as He holds. But are pressed on every side, While we live life to abide; Yet not going into despair, Since we go to the Lord in prayer. Pursued but yet not forsaken, For our soul is awaken; Smitten down but yet not destroyed, Since the Gospel shield is employed. We have treasure in the Good News, That Jesus Christ paid our dues; Through the cross of the crimson flow, For covering all that we owe. While we are here still alive, We let the Holy Spirit drive; When we are allowed one last breath, And been handed over to death. But it is for Christ and His sake, That once again we will awake; Free from bodies that were diseased, As long as God has been well pleased. Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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