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The copies of the things,
In Heaven had been cleaned;
From sacrifice it brings,
No longer quarantined.
But the heavenly things,
Had been made much better;
With purity that clings,
Stated to the letter.
Jesus Christ did not go,
To a place made by man;
Rather where blessings flow,
That God had put in plan.
It was not a model,
Nor as a replica;
A place not to dawdle,
And not in Africa.
He went into Heaven,
To be in the presence;
As He was then given,
A throne in the essence.
So each year the chief priest,
Went in the Holy Place;
Just prior to the feast,
To sacrifice for grace.
The sacrifice was blood,
That was not of his own;
To cleanse sinful crud,
And sprinkled on the throne.
When judged we die one time,
Just as Jesus has done;
For all the sinful crime,
The Father gave His Son.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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