Glory Work

I am happy to suffer,
Until whatever remains;
Even if it gets tougher,
For the work that it pertains.

It is not any story,
Rather the one about Christ;
And all about His glory,
Just why He was sacrificed.

What I do, some people search,
For the truth of faith and hope;
But they do not go to church,
And do not know how to cope.

I enjoy serving the Lord,
As a servant of His home;
And being of one accord,
No more do I stray or roam.

For I devote my time to Him,
With work that God gave to me;
And so now I never feel grim,
As I help others to see.

Going back in history,
The secret was wholly sealed,
Now God takes this mystery,
Letting it to be revealed.

The hope of glory God gives,
Shows riches of its true worth;
And within you as Christ lives,
Giving you a second birth.

Copyright © 2011 Richard Newton Sherrer

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