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
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