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Hold no guilt of testimony, Share suffering, be not ashamed; Never try to be a phony, Let the Gospel to be proclaimed. Who called us to holy calling, Was not because of our deeds; The grace of Christ stopped the falling, Through His Word the One who bleeds. For it has been manifested, The appearing of our Savior; Abolished death as attested, And looking on us with favor. God charged me as a poet, Appointed me as a teacher; Writing as a daily habit, For being a rhyming preacher. This is why we also suffer, But I will never be ashamed; Because Jesus is my buffer, From the Gospel that I have claimed. I am convinced and do believe, Able to guard until that day; No longer will I have to grieve, The reason I trust and obey. Hold fast the form of His sound Word, With faith and love in Jesus Christ; No matter of what else you heard, About this earth that has enticed. By the Holy Spirit who dwells, Guards your entrusted deposit; A talent so that one excels, Keeping you spiritually fit. Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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