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Each one of us does have a gift,
That urges others to uplift;
Some apostles, pastors or preachers,
Others are singers and teachers.
Some may serve as a prophet,
And others as a poet;
So no matter how you search,
These are your gifts for His church.
Their purpose is to prepare,
So you are able to share;
With brothers to have the nerve,
Showing them just how to serve.
So build the body of Christ,
Bonding to be sacrificed;
Continue till united,
Until God is delighted.
Until we become mature,
Not tempted by any lure;
Until the point to measure,
To inherit His treasure.
No longer leaves from the trees,
Tossed about by the breeze;
No longer to disobey,
Detouring to go astray.
Although we may sound uncouth,
We lovingly speak the truth;
Thinking of Christ as the head,
His body and blood be fed.
The fits throughout at each point,
With the support of each joint;
When you work the body grows,
And as with the blood love flows.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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