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The Ultimate Sermon


Romans 8:38-39

I am persuaded neither by death nor by life,
Nor am I swayed by pleasure or by strife;
Not to fret about the present or the future,
For nothing will ever take away or capture;
My love of God through Lord Jesus Christ,
With blood was spilt, ultimately sacrificed.
A monk was preaching his greatest sermon,
About the God's love what he determined;
The monk did not go even near to the pulpit,
Rather drew a very long candle that was lit;
Walking to the altar to the sculptured form,
Christ nailed to the cross, still the norm;
He lifted the candle silently till the glow,
Underneath a pierced hand near the elbow;
Slowly moving the candle down right beside,
Where a spear had pierced Jesus in the side;
Then dropping to his knees he began to pray,
As a flickering light by Jesus' feet it lay;
Tears in saying, "That is my sermon for you,
About the love of God given that is true."

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer




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