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I do not write as a game,
Nor to make you feel ashamed;
But to teach as the child,
Who is calm but was wild.
Many spiritual fathers,
Also mentors and brothers;
I mentor in Christian life,
To train for trials and strife.
I am not telling you my views,
Rather Christ and the Good News;
Have bridged Heaven through the Son,
After the life here is done.
So you can imitate me,
And Christ will help you to see;
Through the darkness with His light,
Shining on the path so bright.
You are arrogant and rude,
A negative attitude;
Because things are not your way,
You have felt that you can stray.
His kingdom is not just talk,
And it is not poppycock;
Rather Heaven is a place,
To experience His grace.
You have to change to advance,
And God will give you that chance;
If you do not and confess,
You will not be given access.
Then only one place to go,
Where fiery waters flow;
For you did not accept Christ,
And why He was sacrificed.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
Imitation
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