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I charge you in front of God,
Who will judge the quick and dead;
Doom who not honor and laud,
And not spiritually fed.
Preach the Word with outreach,
Be ready through each season;
Complete patience as you teach,
Admonish within reason.
Exhort with longsuffering,
Sticking unto the doctrine;
Christ is there for buffering,
Rendering you discipline.
For the time is drawing near,
People will not endure sound;
Because of their lusts appear,
Immoral passions abound.
For they will have itching ears,
In suiting their own passion;
With God no longer have fears,
Considered as old fashion.
They are being so uncouth,
Wandering off towards fake news;
Not listening to the truth,
Turning to the liberal views.
Always be sober-minded,
Enduring the afflictions;
Stop in becoming blinded,
Ignore the contradictions.
Make proof of your ministry,
Work as an evangelist;
Revealing the mystery,
As a Scripture moralist.
I am poured out as a drink,
The time of departure soon;
We have to take time to think,
Of temptations not immune.
For I have fought the good fight,
And having had finished the race;
My faith guides me towards the light,
With the blessings of God’s grace.
The Lord is a righteous judge,
Will award me on that day;
I know he will not begrudge,
His servant who does obey.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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