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There is a stumbling stone;
That people trip and fall;
Near the front of the throne,
Just ignored when they saw.
A large rock on the ground,
People find offensive;
For its words make a sound,
That are so aggressive.
They tripped over the Word,
Refusing to believe;
Not liking what they heard,
And continue to grieve.
This is how they end up,
As the chosen people;
With poison in their cup,
Denying the Gospel.
But you are the chosen,
As a royal priesthood;
For you have been frozen,
Let it be understood.
You belong to the Lord,
Of a holy nation;
Let it not be ignored,
As a new creation.
You were called from the dark,
Into His perfect light;
Never to go embark,
Where shadows turn to night.
At one time you were not,
But now you really are;
For it was God who sought,
In making you a star.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
Royal Priesthood
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