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To whom coming unto Him,
A living stone rejected;
No longer need to feel grim,
To be as one selected.
In His sight being precious,
Being one of His elect;
Under His righteous justice,
Christ as the bridge to connect.
You yourselves like living stones,
Built up for a spiritual home;
Sacrificial when one atones,
Sanctuary whence you roam.
In Zion God lays a stone,
Of those who truly believe;
No shame what they condone,
For salvation they receive.
You who believe have honor,
Rejected by the builders;
A stone that is a fawner,
Another one bewilders.
For some an offensive rock,
A stone causing to stumble;
No insight where they may walk,
Because not being humble.
They are disobedient,
Not being a royal priest;
Because they are deviant,
They are barred from the feast.
You are the generation,
Within the marvelous light;
Part of the holy nation,
Finding favor in His sight.
Prior to mercy and grace,
You were not as His people;
But now welcome to His place,
For your faith in the Gospel.
Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer
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