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Being infants hard to think,
I gave you some milk to drink;
You understood that feature,
Although your corrupt nature.
So it is not very rude,
And I give no solid food;
Until you are ready for it,
I will see if you merit.
When jealous you will quarrel,
Sometimes saying immoral;
Maybe influenced if word,
When accidentally heard.
Living by human standards,
Considered a bit backwards;
Having a corrupt nature,
And being a new creature.
So I must go plant the seed,
Fertilize and rid the weed;
Giving tender loving care,
Then go say a little prayer.
Then you come and water it,
Show the seed its true merit;
Encourage the plant to grow,
Ensuring that it does know.
Then it will be up to God,
With His Hands honor and laud;
God puts it all together,
Combines it as the weather.
The harvest is plentiful,
And the field is ripe and full;
But the pickers just a few,
The harvesters must be true.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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