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I did not speak before, About the mystery; Of wisdom that will pour, From our history. I decided to deal, With only one story; How your bruises will heal, Through Christ and His glory. Jesus was crucified, For payment of your debt; And it is rectified, When confessing regret. I was nervous and weak, Before I knew the Lord; Not knowing what to seek, Felt like I was ignored. His Spirit gave me might, Power through His wisdom; Anointed with insight, Flowing from His Kingdom. I use wisdom to speak, To those who are mature; For answers that they seek, On things they are not sure. Some rulers rule today, And be gone tomorrow; Wisdom shows them the way, For avoiding sorrow. One will not understand, The concept of the Lord; And of what He has planned, If constantly ignored. No eye has ever seen, No ear has ever heard; Experienced what has been, As written in the Word. Nobody has conceived, The things God prepared; Only if loved and believed, Will they ever be shared. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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