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Praise God, Father of our Lord, The One who is compassionate; The comfort that we have adored, With a love that is infinite. He comforts us when we suffer, And comforts us when we have pain; He is able as a buffer, To be the shelter from the rain. We are able to comfort too, The same as we receive from God; When confessions have been told true, From transgressions that made us flawed. Because Christ had suffered so much, We can receive so much comfort; So we can feel His gentle touch, Recognition for your effort. It brings comfort and salvation, For suffering that we endure; Building up our foundation, For a certainty that is sure. I have the confidence in you, From everything that you share; In being able to construe, For it is showing that you care. So please do not be ignorant, About what you experienced; Remember to be tolerant, But in being fair and balanced. It is beyond your ability, For enduring to the extreme; When facing an iniquity, That lowers our self esteem. I have even wondered if we, To think of continued living; Without the relief as to see, The comfort from the forgiving. God has rescued us from a death, Which Christ rescues in the future; For life after our last breath, For becoming a new creature. Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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