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This is how each one should regard, As servants of Christ and stewards; The mysteries of God are marred, With a distortion of His words. It is required of stewards, That they be found as faithful; Never hiding being cowards, Always as patient and graceful. But with me it is a small thing, That I ever be judged by you; For knowing what the Lord will bring, Only whatever could be true. Even by any human court, Myself, I do not even judge; I am only trying to thwart, Anyone that is holding of grudge. I am not aware of something, Against me but not acquitted; Only the Lord judges could bring, Charges of what I committed. Pronounce not judgment before time, Before the Lord before His return; Letting Him to report the crime, That all will be able to learn. So, who will be bringing the light, That is now hidden in darkness; Purpose of the heart brings insight, With commendation of starkness. Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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