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I talk to you of the Gospel,
Still charmed in a corrupt nature,
For not as spiritual people,
And not being a new creature.
You are infants by faith in Christ,
As I still give you milk to drink;
All solid food is sacrificed,
And childish ways is how you think.
Even now after all this time,
You are far from being ready;
As enjoyment comes from your crime,
Your thoughts are not ripe and steady.
When jealous and you quarrel,
You are corrupted in this way;
Human like being immoral,
That leads you in going astray.
I am a servant to follow Christ,
So you will need to do the same;
Not influenced to be enticed,
Other than what I do proclaim.
I am the farmer sows the seed,
But God is who will make it grow;
From the sun and rain it will need,
To ripen and mature to know.
Whoever is the one who plants,
And who waters have the same goal;
Through the grace and blessing it grants,
For rooting deep into your soul.
We will all receive a reward,
For what we plant within the field;
Come harvest time we see the Lord,
An abundant reap that we yield.
A veteran builder who is skilled,
Sets the stone for a foundation;
Then you will be able to build,
The building for their salvation.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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