Poetry

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I cannot talk to you,
Within a spiritual sense;
Because a corrupted view,
Has been building you a fence.

You were infants within Christ,
So I gave you milk to drink;
But you still have been enticed,
And still not able to think.

I did not give solid food,
Since you are ready for it;
And still the same attitude,
That will thwart His Spirit.

Right now you are not ready,
For such a corrupt nature;
Since your mood is not steady,
In being a new creature.

You live by human standards.
Filled with earthly emotions;
Not able to see hazards,
Giving God your devotions.

Each one does to what God gave,
I go dig and plant the seed;
You water it to behave,
God makes it grow as decreed.

Those who plants and waters it
Will be having the same goal;
To be blessed by His Spirit,
Giving God another soul.


Copyright © 2011 Richard Newton Sherrer

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