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I thank the Lord to whom I serve, The same as did my ancestors; A clear conscience that gives the nerve, Avoid temptation that pesters. As I remember you constantly, Within my prayers both day and night; Remembering tears blatantly, So that you be filled with delight. Your sincere faith I remember, A faith that dwelt with your mother; That I am sure to encumber, Speaking the Word to another. I remind you for this reason, Fan the flame of the gift from God; Which is in you through this season, The laying on my hands to laud. God gave a spirit not of fear, Rather of love and self-control; The power in being sincere, A conscience for guiding your soul. So therefore, do not be ashamed, The testimony of the Lord; Share in suffering as proclaimed, That the Gospel is not ignored. He called us to holy calling, Saved not because of our deeds; Rather grace from our falling, Before the age that Christ succeeds. But is now to manifest, Through the appearing of Christ; Abolished death being professed, Brought us life for being enticed. I was appointed a preacher, Which is the reason I suffer; As an apostle and a teacher, Showing how Jesus will buffer. But I can never be ashamed, For I know whom I have believed; And convinced as I have proclaimed, Guard against not to be deceived. Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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