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Anyone whom you forgive,
Jesus will forgive as well;
So, you shall both of you live,
In harmony as to dwell.
For what He have forgiven,
If He has forgiven you;
As for the sake of Heaven,
In His presence remain true.
Satan not to get advantage,
Letting him not outwit you;
His means can take you hostage,
New direction to pursue.
I came to preach the Gospel,
Where I found an opened door;
For spreading to the people,
Sinfulness does have a cure.
My spirit was not at rest,
Since I found not my brother;
I am not doing my best,
When preaching to another.
I took a leave of absence,
Upon my leaving from there;
Ensuring of compliance,
With the Gospel that I share.
But thanks, be unto the Lord,
Which causes us victory;
Leading us in one accord,
In triumphal mystery.
Through us He spreads the fragrance,
Of wondrous knowledge of Him;
A scent of such an essence,
That fills the air with such vim.
For the aroma of Christ,
Is exactly what we are;
For others to be enticed,
In being His shining star.
To one a fragrance from death,
A savor of life unto life;
Living life after last breath,
Giving us hope beyond strife.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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