Poetry

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When I went to the city,
God had given me a chance;
Showing a little pity,
On those who cannot advance.

Spread the Good News of the Lord,
To whom are poor in spirit;
Letting it not be ignored,
Of what they will inherit.

I did not have peace of mind,
No where to find a brother;
The heathens were not too kind,
About faith of another.

But I always thank our God,
Leading me to victory;
So I will honor and laud,
For I know the mystery.

Wherever I that may go,
God uses me making clear;
What it really means to know,
Why Jesus Christ is so dear.

It is just like a fragrance,
That is filling up the air;
On a letter to enhance,
The love with one that you share.

For it is sweet to savor,
The fresh aroma of Christ;
Having Him as my Savior,
After being sacrificed.

Many see me as danger,
Just like a poisonous gas;
From the breath of a stranger,
That will be killing their grass.

While others come alive,
Hearing the life-giving scent;
Waiting for Christ to arrive,
That will cause them to repent.

C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer

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