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I have seven spirits and stars,
But all that you have are some scars;
Because I know what you have done,
Knowing you had to be the one.
You are known for being alive,
And all the sinful lusts you strive;
But actually you are dead,
And be buried in your death bed.
Be alert and strengthen the things,
All the blessings that the Lord brings;
The things left are about to die,
You can let them lay where they lie.
For I have found that what you do,
God would never complement you;
It is not complete in His sight,
To measure up onto the light.
So remember what you receive,
And heard as you truly believe;
Then be true onto your belief,
Because I will come like a thief.
You need to remember this fact,
Change the way that you think and act;
If you are not careful and alert,
Your attitude just might revert.
You know not when I will come back,
And this will be knowledge you lack;
But then I will give clothes of white,
That will be brighter than pure light.
Let the person who does have ears,
Listen as to what someone fears;
The Holy Spirit tells the church,
Time has come for ending the search.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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