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I had passed on to you, What I got from the Lord; For I say what is true, And cannot be ignored. Whoever eats the bread, And has drunk from the cup; Is from the one that bled, And His Spirit you sup. I say about His death, Until the Lord returns; Life beyond the last breath, For salvation one earns. Whoever drinks and eats, In an improper way; Is a person who cheats, Constantly goes astray. An unworthy manner, For they display their guilt; To carry a banner, For the sin they have built. They are responsible, For the body and blood; And held accountable, Dragging it through the mud. So look in the mirror, Examining your past; What you cherish dearer, The skeletons you cast. For Judgment Day comes soon, Judge yourself if how true; Too late if the blood moon, Not as the chosen few. Many of you are weak, As well as being sick; Because of what you seek, Becomes old very quick. When the Lord judges us, He ensures discipline; Giving punishment thus, Not condemns us for sin. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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