Through His Son
Give attention to the things,
That come unto our ears;
Think of all the hope it brings,
Chasing away our fears.
For if the word did come through,
The angels and found profane;
There would be doubts being true,
And that hope would not remain.
If we do not ease the mind,
Having hope of salvation;
Then we would not really find,
A cause for jubilation.
But God is our witness,
Through all the signs and marvels;
And passes His blessedness,
That blocks all of the evils.
More than natural powers,
As it flows through His Spirit,
While all evil cowers,
Knowing your righteous merit.
The angels do not rule earth,
A job left up to His Son;
Giving chance for a rebirth,
Through victory that was won.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2009 Richard Newton Sherrer
Through His Son
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