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I want you to know,
Just how God is kind;
Letting blessings flow,
For easing your mind.
You go through a test,
That makes you suffer;
If you do your best,
When things are tougher.
If extremely poor,
Still have ample joy;
Or cede to the lure,
Satan would employ.
Some cannot afford,
As much as you do;
And drift from the Lord,
So I plead to you.
Do not let them stray,
Donate for to give;
Helping them to pay,
And able to live.
Then God shines on you,
For your test of love;
Was genuine through,
Generous thereof.
His glory and grace,
Will show His reward;
To give His embrace,
And blessed from the Lord.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
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