Poetry

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When I came to you,
I did not speak of;
A secret as true,
On God and His love.

As it was some kind,
Of brilliant wisdom;
A message I find,
Comes from His Kingdom.

I decide to deal,
With just one subject;
To better appeal,
To those who reject.

Christ was crucified,
I know I was weak;
But He satisfied,
For what I did seek.

I was so afraid,
And very nervous;
But Christ gave me aid,
Praising His service.

I will not argue,
Just let faith to prove;
All that I construe,
Sin He will remove.

I spoke my message,
Showing His power;
For rite of passage,
Upon the hour.

We do use wisdom,
To speak to those who;
Holding a saintdom,
Having faith as true.

It is a soundness,
Does not belong here;
It will cause blindness,
Others hate and fear.

Such a mystery,
That we have spoken;
Hid through history,
That some have broken.

But no eye has seen,
And no ear has heard;
Since no one has been,
As said in the Word.

Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer

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