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You struggle against sin, But struggles do not kill; Rather towards discipline, For strengthening your will. The encouraging Word, That you have forgotten; So many times you heard, But you're spoiled rotten. You might be an adult, But act like a child; It is like an insult, That you grew up wild. So pay attention when, The Lord disciplines you; He's like a mother hen, When you are not so true. Don't give up calling quits, When He has disciplined; Do not curse or throw fits, Scolded when you have sinned. It is love that corrects, Disciplines anyone; A child He accepts, As a daughter or son. Endure your discipline, The chastening He gives; Reaction to your sin, Showing that He forgives. Accept your punishment, As a child of God; There is no abolishment, If you honor and laud. Having no discipline, No longer His child; You continue to sin, While being wild. The Father of spirits, Is willing to forgive; If we do good merits, As He wills us to live. Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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