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I am stirring up your mind,
As I am writing to you;
Of a way as to remind,
Of those things that you once knew.
Because you should remember,
The predictions of prophets;
The dreams within their slumber,
Through your life in the minutes.
The commandment of the Lord,
Savior through your apostles;
To remain in one accord,
Not to be one that jostles.
Scoffers will come in the days,
With their sinful desires;
Having those immoral ways,
That the devil requires.
Where is the promise they say,
Of the coming of the Lord;
They will continue to stray,
As your words will be ignored.
For your fathers fell asleep,
And life seems to continue;
With suffering as you weep,
Because hard for to construe.
They purposely overlook,
Heaven existed long time;
Man disregarding the book,
Exploring a life of crime.
The earth formed out of water,
And through water by the Word;
Brings a son and daughter,
Then giving birth to a third.
By water all did perish,
And soon again by fire;
Losing all that you cherish,
Treasures that you acquire.
For on the Day of Judgment,
Destruction of ungodly;
When Christ makes His deployment,
In judging everybody.
The Lord will come like a thief,
Heaven passes with a roar;
All that truly have belief,
Will be living evermore.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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