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Be patient till the Lord comes soon,
See how farmers wait for their crops;
Until you see the harvest moon,
And reaping after the rain stops.
Be patient and give not up hope,
Because the Lord will soon be here;
Live each day be able to cope,
Not being overwhelmed by fear.
Stop complaining of each other,
Or you will be condemned by God;
Treat with respect to your brother,
Realize the Judge sees you are flawed.
Model yourself like the prophets,
Who spoke in the name of the Lord;
Do not be liberal puppets,
That the Word of God is ignored.
They were patient when they suffered,
Considered blessed when they endure;
As powerful prayer has buffered,
Giving an avenue to cure.
Above all things, take not an oath,
Anything in Heaven or earth;
Concentrate on spiritual growth,
For displaying of your true worth.
If having trouble start to pray,
If you are happy sing a song;
The prayers that your church elders say,
Will stop the troubles to prolong.
Prayers having faith will save the sick,
Allowing the Lord to cure them;
Have patience if it is not quick,
Does not mean for God to condemn.
If you sin you are forgiven,
So admit it by confessing;
Allowing yourself to Heaven,
Where you will receive your blessing.
The appeal of a righteous man,
Avails in much of its working;
Fitting what God has in His plan,
Of the future what is lurking.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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