Poetry

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What we suffer can not compare,
With the glory that we will share;
While all of creation waits,
For all the children at the gates.

God made it this way in the hope,
That creation sees the full scope;
And to be free of death and decay,
As well as pain would go away.

The Holy Spirit makes us sure,
That the future opens the door;
As our bodies are set free,
While the hope saves you and me.

Though in certain ways we are weak,
But the Spirit is here to seek;
For guiding us while we pray,
And rendering aid not to stray.

All our thoughts are know to God,
As well as to where we are flawed;
No matter wherever we roam,
He prepares for us to come home.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2007 Richard Newton Sherrer

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