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I wish my words were written,
I wish that they were inscribed;
Knowing what is forbidden,
Of all that God has prescribed.
I wish they were all engraved,
With iron stylus of lead;
So everyone is saved,
Since it is easily read.
I know that my defender lives,
And He will rise on the earth;
Since I know that He forgives,
And will show you your true worth.
For after I lose my skin,
I will see God without clothes,
Exposing all of my sin,
From iniquity that flows.
I will see Him with my eyes,
No way for me to hide shame;
And then judged for my demise,
Though I can plea to proclaim.
My heart fails inside of me,
As the verdict is cast down;
The lake of fire I see,
Caused my face to wear a frown.
God stated He will persecute,
The root of the problem found;
Fear of death was absolute,
The destination I was bound.
Anger is punished by death,
In judgment by the Father;
For defense hold not your breath,
Disbelief in your Brother.
I know my Redeemer lives,
And am pardoned for my crime;
With my defense God forgives,
Pardoning from doing time.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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