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You find a man gathering wood,
On the day that is for worship;
And you are not sure if he should,
Working like this way since sunup.
Maybe he should be put to death,
To work on the day of the Lord;
Watching till he takes his last breath,
For the rules that he has ignored.
I have to speak unto the man,
For finding out exactly why;
A day of rest was in the plan,
For us to honor the most high.
Make it so he will feel the hassle,
For the future generation;
With having to wear a tassel,
As a sign of condemnation.
The tassel is a reminder,
In remembering the commands,
That can become as a blinder,
To all the immoral demands.
Then he will never want to do,
Wherever He may go or see;
No matter what he may construe,
Or where he desires to be.
If you were chasing a harlot,
How much would you finally pay;
Since it would also cause a blot,
If you went on sinning that way.
Remember that you must obey,
Every command from your God;
And never try to go astray,
Rather give Him honor and laud.
Be holy unto our Lord,
Who has brought you unto this place;
Show that He is loved and adored,
And He shall bless you with His grace.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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