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I had been made a poet, By God as a gift of grace; Talent on loan for merit, Helping others what they face. I am the least of the saints, As this grace has been given; For preaching without restraints, So others get to Heaven. Enlighten the mystery, Of the hidden wealth of Christ; That God made through history, And of what was sacrificed. Manifold wisdom of God, Might be known to those that rule; Heavenly places to laud, And not to become a fool. As the eternal reason, Christ Jesus is our Lord; Realizing what God has done, So we are in one accord. We are bold with confidence, Through our faith in the Lord; Although some would take offense, Consequences are ignored. I ask you not to lose heart, Over any suffering; In which your glory will start, The Lord will be answering. Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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