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See to what kind of love, The Father has given; That has flowed from above, Unto us from Heaven. Children of God we are, As to we should be called; Being a shining star, Even though we are flawed. For the world does not know, Knowing not Jesus Christ; Nor of His love will show, Why He was sacrificed. For you are His child, Though not yet reappeared; Each of us defiled, Jesus must be revered. Everyone who has this hope, Confession makes them pure; Able to see the scope, Purified with the cure. Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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