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In the beginning was the Word, As is written and we have heard; And the Word was God as to be, Existing because all of He. Existence through Him all things made, Who we give honor and have strayed; Rather as a forgiving God, To whom we do honor and laud. The Word was with our God, The true God we honor and laud; Ever since from the beginning, And punish those who are sinning. In Him is life and life is light, And all things made through Him are right; Wherever light shines in the dark, Darkness turns to light where we embark. He is the source of life and light, And everything that is right; He brings the warmth where it is cold, Makes humbled when we become bold. As the light begins a new day, The love starts to come our way; A messenger comes from Heaven, Delivers it if you listen. The messenger is not the light, Only blessed by God within His sight; The real light that shines from above, Shines on everyone with love. He was here but for now is gone, Until we see the cloud at dawn; Bringing love into a new day, Dawning where He will come to stay. Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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