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When I had come here, I spoke not of God; Because of no fear, To honor and laud. It was history, Of what I had heard; Of the mystery, Which is in the Word. But it showed wisdom, A brilliant message; About the Kingdom, That could encourage. I thought of to deal, With the crucified; Someone that seemed real, And was bona fide. I came here to seek, And being afraid; Because I was weak, Since I disobeyed. But my faith was built, From unseen power; To wipe away guilt, That tasted sour. Wisdom what I speak, From God is mature; Helps me to be meek, Seduced not by lure. For wisdom is wrong, For kings of this place; Far from being strong, God sheds not His grace. Wisdom that will hide, Which God still does plan; When rulers abide, Release it to man. For no eye has seen, And no man has heard; Since no mind has been, Living in the Word. Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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