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What shall we say on things, If God has been for us; All the good that He brings, Who can be against us? He did not spare His Son, But gave Him up for us; So graciously has done, Giving us all as thus. Who shall bring any charge, Since God who justifies; Of His elect at large, When His Son glorifies. Who is He to condemn, Jesus the One who died; And was raised up for them, Whence being crucified. Who shall separate us, From Jesus and His love; What would be the basis, Of a peril thereof. Shall a tribulation, Nakedness or distress; To cause persecution, For feelings to profess. As sheep to be slaughtered, Being killed all day long; The heart is not altered, Unto Christ, you belong. All these things we are more, Than conquerors to Him; Because of love to pour, Filling us to the brim. For neither death nor life, Nor present nor future; To overwhelm with strife, In causing forfeiture. No other creation, Separate from His love; Causing deviation, Of blessings from above. Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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