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As long as you are a child, You are no better than a slave; You cannot be running wild, Until death buried in a grave. You are placed under the control, Of a guardian till the time; For the Lord in claiming your soul, And you are making the steep climb. We were slaves to the principles, Of this world all that we have done; Our sins eun in multiples, And that is why God sent His Son. A woman had given Him birth, Under the control of the laws; That God set forth on planet earth, For keeping us from all the flaws. God sent Him to pay for freedom, From the ones who were in control; So we can enter His kingdom, Allowing Him to have the soul. In the good old days when we knew not, What it meant to walk in His ways; You were slaves to the things you sought, But no longer will be those days. We remember the good old days, Because you are children of God; And we are to walk in the ways, As His Spirit cleanses where flawed. So you are no longer as slaves, And we call out Abba, Father; To be rescued from our graves, Since Jesus is our Brother. For God has also made us heirs, Because we are children of God; All of which Jesus has He shares, As we will give honor and laud. Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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