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Since we are surrounded,
By a cloud to witness;
Lay down what is founded,
For spiritual fitness.
Sin which clings so closely,
And run with endurance;
As you remain holy,
For blessed assurance.
Look unto Jesus Christ,
Founder and perfecter;
For faith that is enticed,
Spiritual injector.
He who endured the cross,
And despising the shame;
That had gained for the loss,
We continue to proclaim.
Endurance from sinners,
Against hostility;
For making us winners,
Through His ability.
So do not grow weary,
In struggles against sin;
When it is so dreary,
A newness will begin.
For you have forgotten,
Exhortation that speaks;
He rids what is rotten,
Through confession one seeks.
For the Lord disciplines,
For the ones He does love;
When chastised for the sins,
As to receiving thereof.
It is for discipline,
That you have to endure;
For doing wrongful sin,
The Father wants to cure.
If without discipline,
Then you are an outlaw;
He will not cleanse the sin,
Which leaves you with a flaw.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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