I thank God to whom I serve,
To do with a clear conscience;
Boldly proclaim with the nerve,
For having the confidence.
Remembering you in prayer,
And praying both night and day;
My thoughts with God that I share,
How much you trust and obey.
As I remember your tears,
I long to see filled with joy;
And that subsiding the fears,
That could easily destroy.
A sincere faith I recall,
A faith as in your mother;
A faith has caused to befall,
In your sister and brother.
Certainly, it dwells in you,
Remember to fan the flame;
Blazing knowing what is true,
The gift from God to proclaim.
For God gave us a spirit,
Of His love and self-control;
A power we inherit,
For dwelling in our soul.
Regret not to testify,
About Jesus our Lord;
And never try to deny,
Or let Jesus be ignored;
Always share in the suffering,
For the Gospel gives power;
As it allows buffering,
When the fear makes you cower.
Who saved and called upon us,
Enter a holy calling;
Because of the works as thus,
Having been so enthralling.
We were decreed as teachers,
Of His own purpose and grace;
For proclaiming as preachers,
Convince others to embrace.
So, I suffer as I do,
But I cannot be ashamed;
Telling my belief to you,
And keeping my faith inflamed.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
