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The Father has given His love, Like Christ gave to the church thereof; Because He does love us so much, As His children feeling His touch. So that is what we really are, Each one of us His little star; For we are not part of this earth, And are not known for our worth. The world does not recognize Him, So towards us their view would be grim; By no means are we forsaken, Very soon we will be taken. Each one of us is His child, Lovingly tender and mild; Talking to the Father we share, Everything with Him in prayer. What we will be still is not clear, But we know when Christ does appear; We will be exactly the same, Every time that I proclaim. So all who have this confidence, Are sure of a new residence; But they have to keep themselves pure, And be able to rest assure. Those people who live sinful lives, To when Jesus Christ soon arrives; He will not know and be turned away, All because they have gone astray. For sin is disobedience, And cannot shine His radiance; So any who keep on sinning, Lose hope of His glory winning. Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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