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Many times, in many ways,
God spoke to our fathers;
That we are in the last days,
But maybe never bothers.
Through the prophets that God spoke,
As was spoken by His Son;
Appointed heir that awoke,
The souls that lives had been done.
The heir of everything,
For He created the world;
The goodness that all will bring,
From what the plan had unfurled.
His glory is radiant,
The brightest and the purest;
For He was obedient,
With justice the surest.
His strict imprint of nature,
Has uphold the universe;
The power that would feature,
The goodness without a curse.
Without a curse of the sin,
When He Himself had to purge;
As His Spirit cleansed within,
While His Word stops the urge.
The urge comes from temptation,
Christ sat down on the right hand;
To bring a new foundation,
He declares in His command.
He is made so much better,
Superior to the angels;
He follows to the letter,
As commanded through annals.
Christ is His Son the first born,
And God will be the Father;
Who on earth Christ will sojourn,
Never to sin or loather.
Let all angels worship Him.
He makes wind to fan the flame;
Fire with spiritual vim,
When worshipped it will proclaim.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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