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The promise of God that we may,
Enter His place of rest still stands;
As long as we trust and obey,
And listen to what He commands.
We are afraid some of you think,
You enter not His place of rest;
For going in the dark to drink,
And not always doing your best.
You have heard of the same Good News,
Those ancestors heard in the past;
But disbelief is what you choose,
Because of the doubting you cast.
I madly took a solemn oath,
That they would never enter in;
For the corruption they betroth,
With being married to their sin.
God said after done with His task,
When He had created the earth;
On the seventh day He would bask,
All that was done of all its worth.
God agreed they would never come in,
Even though they have known the Word;
The stench coming from all their sin.
Is much worse than a cattle herd.
Some people will enter His place,
Confession is good for the soul;
God is willing to shed His grace,
By letting Him to take control.
Whoever is stubborn and stinks,
The Lord will be blocking their path;
Because God knows what each one thinks,
And will not be spared from His wrath.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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