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This Gospel made me a poet,
According to His God’s grace;
But I am never a prophet,
Rather seeing of His embrace.
By the workings of His power,
Merely the least of any saint;
Through poetry but not cower,
Never writing having restraint.
Because this grace has been given,
To preach unto the Gentiles;
Of hidden riches in Heaven,
So they can change their lifestyles.
The unsearchable wealth of Christ,
Can bring to life for everyone;
Hidden mysteries have enticed,
Many others about the Son.
The endless purpose of the church,
The manifold wisdom of God;
For heavenly places, you search,
To worship with honor and laud.
The eternal purpose realized,
In Christ Jesus as our Lord;
Heart and mind have rationalized,
That you must be in one accord.
To be whom we have the boldness,
Having access with confidence;
Building your faith through holiness,
With continued obedience.
I ask that you not to lose heart,
Nor fainting from tribulation;
Endure suffering to impart,
The glory for your salvation.
Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer
Revealed Mystery
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