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Having an heir as a child, Is no different than a slave; Who enjoys running wild, I would constantly misbehave. Although he owns everything, He is placed under the control; Through a guardian bequeathing, Everything unto my soul. Till the time set by His Father, To be given over to me; Matured enough as to whether, Having responsibility. It was the same way with us all, When we were children we were slaves; Childish ways our downfall, And each one of us misbehaves. But when the time had become right, God had sent His begotten Son; A woman gave birth to the light, So we could be again as one. He came under control of Law, God sent Him to pay for freedom; Within us from each sinful flaw, So we can enter His Kingdom. We were controlled by these laws too, So that we would be adopted; To a Father faithful and true, That God the Father has opted. God has sent His Holy Spirit, Of His Son in us to call out; To share what He does inherit, And what the Father is about. So you are no longer as slaves, Rather being children of God; No longer remaining in graves, But alive to honor and laud. God has also made you His heirs, As He spreads about His pure love; So what belongs to Christ He shares, With His compassion from above. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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