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I must brag although no good,
I go on about the Lord;
On revelations that should,
Be visions never ignored.
For a follower of Christ,
That had been snatched away;
Fourteen years ago enticed,
Up to Heaven for a day.
I do not know if occurred,
Physically or spiritually;
But I take it for His word,
As spoken literally.
Only the Lord knows for sure,
That he went to paradise;
God would have opened the door.
To enter to be precise.
His kindness is all I need,
The power of God is strong;
For my weakness it will feed,
Allowing me to prolong.
I am being forced to deal,
From becoming conceited;
For the problems to reveal,
Easily are repeated.
If I desired to brag,
I would not then be a fool;
For those things that I would lag,
Could make this world just seem cruel.
I beg God to take away,
The problems that just torment;
For the weakness makes me stray,
Or lead to an argument.
So I accept my weakness,
Difficulties and hardship;
For receiving blessedness,
On life for a better grip.
Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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