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I rejoice in my suffering,
In my flesh I in what I lack;
For Jesus is my buffering,
From all of the toil and flack.
I had become a messenger,
For the stewardship of the Lord;
And in being a passenger,
On the vessel of one accord.
For I make His Word fully known,
Of the mystery of ages;
So you will confess to atone,
From all of your rants and rages.
Hidden for many generations,
But now revealed unto His saints;
Manifest for new relations,
Through Jesus Christ without restraints.
To whom God chose to make aware,
The glory of the mystery;
And all the riches He will share,
Of the hope throughout history.
I give warning to each of you,
Teaching everyone the wisdom;
That you may mature what is true,
About entering His Kingdom.
For this, I labor and toil,
With the energy He provides;
Planting the seeds in your soil,
So that each one of us abides.
Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer
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