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I am more brutish than most,
But I do not like to boast;
I understand not like man,
About God having a plan.
I have not learned the wisdom,
That flows down from the Kingdom;
Neither knowledge from the One,
On the throne next to the Son.
Who ascended to Heaven,
Stating your sins forgiven;
And hold wind within His hand,
Instill calm with His command.
Who makes water as His coat,
And knows all the words you wrote;
Who allows each creature birth,
And established the ends of the earth.
What is His name and the Son,
When is this world to be done;
For the new Heaven and earth,
And we also have new birth.
He is my rock and my shield,
And commands me when to yield;
But I do not want it heard,
So add this not to His Word.
For if found as a liar,
My tongue ignites on fire;
And I cannot douse the flame,
Of the truth for to proclaim.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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