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Look at what kind of love, That the Father giving us; As flowing from above, To His children as thus. The reason why the world, Does not know us or care; What is being unfurled, That He is willing to share. We are children of God, It does not yet appear; But all of us are flawed, And expressing no fear. But when He does arrive, We shall be like Him; We shall see Him alive, The right will not feel grim. Everyone who has trust, Assured to be made pure; By whom is fair and just, The One who has the cure. Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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