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I have been made as a saint,
Granted by the gift of grace;
Power works without constraints,
With compassion to embrace.
Of all the saints as the least,
Although this grace was given;
Waiting for the wedding feast,
On the day I go to Heaven.
For I preach to everyone,
Unsearchable wealth of Christ;
Bring to light about the Son,
Who the Father sacrificed.
I bring to light of the plan,
What God created in things;
Hidden for ages of man,
As to what the outcome brings.
Through the church of His wisdom,
Principalities from God;
Of power from His Kingdom,
For curing where you are flawed.
It grants to endless purpose,
That Jesus Christ our Lord;
To pardon when we trespass,
And a path to one accord.
We have boldness for access,
Through a faith with confidence;
Humbleness as we confess,
Manifests His providence.
I ask you not to lose heart,
About our suffering;
Letting not glory depart,
For Christ will be buffering.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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