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This Gospel made me a poet,
Granted by the gift of God’s grace;
He blesses me through my merit,
Comforting me through His embrace.
Through the working of His power,
Though I am the least of all saints;
Confident never to cower,
I am aware of my constraints.
This grace had been given to preach,
To Gentiles for hidden wealth;
From Jesus Christ as an out-reach,
For creating spiritual health.
It brings to light for everyone,
The secret hidden for ages;
And then was revealed by His Son,
That each one living engages.
Through the church the wisdom of God,
Now made known to authorities;
Pay homage to honor and laud,
Confessing your iniquities.
Granting the eternal purpose,
Knowing Jesus Christ is your Lord;
And through Him forgives your trespass,
As you remain in one accord.
For in whom we have a boldness,
Through our faith have confidence;
To the Father having access,
Adhering to obedience.
So I ask you not to lose heart,
Faint not at a tribulation;
It is your glory to impart,
Preserving of your salvation.
Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer
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