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Behold, see what manner of love, That the Father has given us; To be called His children thereof, But the world does not know as thus. We are His sons and daughters, What we will be has not appeared; Because of baptismal waters, Is causing us to be prepared. For everyone who has this hope, Purifies themselves to be pure; Through tribulations that you cope, Keeps them spiritually mature. Copyright © 2024 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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