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This Gospel made me a poet,
According to God and His grace;
Giving me power for merit,
Until He calls me from this place.
I am the least of all the saints,
This grace was given as to write;
The Scriptures having no restraints,
While giving me the insight.
So that I can preach through my poems,
Of the mystic riches of Christ;
Being written just like the Psalms,
Capture their minds to be enticed.
Bringing to light for everyone,
Mysteries hidden for ages;
By God who sent Jesus His Son,
As written in the passages.
The aim to manifold wisdom,
That God might now in making known;
About Heaven and His Kingdom,
That is dealing with faith alone.
Granted to eternal purpose,
Realizing that Jesus is Lord;
Keeps aligned the moral compass,
For remaining in one accord.
For we have boldness and access,
Through faith in having confidence;
Through Christ that the Father will bless,
Our merit in providence.
So I ask you not to lose heart,
Over what I am suffering;
Which is your glory to impart,
Tribulations for buffering.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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