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I truly am His Son,
He is my true Father;
And we have become one,
With Christ as my Brother.
 
He has begotten me,
As He has also said;
I am a priest that we,
Are spiritually fed.
 
During His life on earth,
Jesus Christ prayed to God;
If death was really worth,
In saving who were flawed.
 
He prayed giving a plea,
Crying loud pouring tears;
And was heard as to see,
The fading of all fears.
 
Although he was the Son,
He had learned to obey;
Suffering must be done,
To save those who did stray.
 
Eternal salvation,
He became the source;
For a new foundation,
With who will stay the course.
 
We have much to explain,
With many things to say;
To those who do restrain,
As they trust and obey.
 
But you are now lazy,
As you seem to be dense;
And soon be stir crazy,
But constructing a fence.
 
So someone must teach you,
Just milk as a baby;
No solid food to chew,
Just when mature maybe.





Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer




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