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The Lord gave me a chance,
A good occasion to spread;
The Good News to advance,
And all that lies ahead.
I had no peace of mind,
And had to say good bye;
Because I could not find,
The answer to my why.
Why do things have to be,
Simply out of control;
And unable to see,
The purpose of my soul.
But I do thank the Lord,
Who leads to victory;
Those in the same accord,
Will have the liberty.
Liberty for a choice,
Victory over sin;
Freedom to lift your voice,
Allowing love within.
So wherever we go,
And whatever we do;
His blessings are to flow,
As favor shines on you.
God uses us to make,
It clear to what it means;
That He will not forsake,
In being lost as it seems.
It is like a fragrance,
That seems to fill the air;
Pleasing for acceptance,
You are willing to share.
We are the aroma,
Among those who are saved;
Having a diploma,
To sin not now enslaved.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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