The Minor Heir

Because an heir is a child,
He is no better than a slave;
Though owning all that stockpiled,
It will be lost reaching the grave.

He is placed under the control,
Until set time by the father;
A person who retains your soul,
Usually an older brother.

So that is why God sent His Son,
Since we are slaves here on this earth;
Whenever our time is done,
We inherit through a rebirth.

A woman gave birth unto Him,
Under the control of the laws;
At a time when things look dim.
But He grew up having no flaws.

God sent Him to pay for freedom,
Of those as captives by the laws;
Preparing them for His kingdom,
Even though they had some flaws.

What God did so He could embrace,
Us as His children to be heirs;
Along with His mercy and grace,
Forgiving us because He cares.

So then no longer are we slaves,
Because we are children of God;
And no longer staying in graves,
But Heaven bound to praise and laud.

Copyright © 2011 Richard Newton Sherrer

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