Poetry

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So how can the dead be raised?
What kind of body do they get?
And will you become amazed,
That Jesus has paid your debt.

What you sow comes not to life,
Until after someone dies;
Not just all toil and strife,
But also cheating and lies.

God gives a body chosen,
For each body from its seed;
A bare kernel that the Son,
For His body, He would need.

For all flesh is not the same,
There’s one kind for humans;
That Jesus Christ does proclaim,
To fit in the Father’s plans.

There are heavenly bodies,
Earthly bodies of one kind;
Some are men, others ladies,
In one accord of His mind.

There’s one glory of the sun,
And another of the moon;
Differs from the chosen One,
That all of us will commune.

Copyright © 2024 Richard Newton Sherrer

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