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Let no one judge in what you eat, Nor question you on what you drink; In respect to the type of meat, Regardless of what they might think. No matter of what festival, Of the Sabbath or a new moon; It depends on the interval, Heedless if midnight or high noon. These are a shadow of the things. The substance that belongs to Christ; Because of what the end time brings, This world not to become enticed. Let no one disqualify you, Insisting on asceticism; Worshipping angels that construe, Immoral romanticism. Puffed up in sensuous mind, Into a detailed sensation; Seduce for seeking to spellbind, Luring you into temptation. You have to hold fast to the Head, From whom the body is nourished; Nutrition that the Lord has fed, Makes the body to be flourished. Wherefore if with Christ you had died, To the elemental spirits; You still live in the crucified, Because of your faith and merits. Do not handle, nor taste, nor touch, In which all these things will perish; Love not material things that much, Things of this earth that you cherish. They are human precepts as taught, Commandments and doctrines of men; The worldly things that you have sought, God will eventually condemn. These are appearing as wisdom, Promoting self-made religion; But it is not from His Kingdom, Comes from a human origin. Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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