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The Ultimate SermonRomans 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 Vote for this poem
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