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See what manner of love, The Father has given; That has flowed from above, Of blessings from Heaven. Because we should be called, As the children of God; Even if we are flawed, Should be honored and laud. The reason why the world, Still are not knowing Him; Since violence has hurled, Makes the people feel grim. For we are the sons of God, What will be not appeared; Immorally as flawed, Their pleasure interfered. Anyone who has hope, Purifies to be pure; Tolerance as to cope, Avoiding any lure. If you practice sinning, Practices lawlessness; Sin is never winning, The way to righteousness. You know that Christ appeared, For taking away sin; Show that He is revered, So, you can start again. Nobody who abides, And continues to sin; In the darkness he hides, New start cannot begin. Let no one deceive you, Practicing righteousness; About what they construe, Having an aggressiveness. The practice of sinning, Belongs to the devil; Sins from the beginning, Mind and heart with evil. No one sins godly born, And abides in the Lord; While they do sojourn, Remains in one accord. Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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