Poetry

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I heard a voice say to call out,
And I then asked what I should say;
Because I was having some doubt,
The reason why to speak what may.

Call out for people are like grass,
Beauty like flowers in the field;
Shiny like sunlight on the glass,
When blooming, it becomes unsealed.

Grass dies up and flowers wither,
The breath of the Lord blows on them;
A snake passes by will slither,
Its eye glistens just like a gem.

People are like grass and flowers,
Appearing picturesque and clever;
Basking in the sun for hours,
But will never last forever.

But the Holy Word of the Lord,
Shall last for an eternity;
And it should never be ignored,
For it brings continuity.

Go up to the highest mountain,
Shouting out telling the Good News;
Of the delight that will brighten,
For people deciding to choose.

You must call out with a loud voice,
As messenger of the Good News;
So others can also rejoice,
Seeing the spiritual values.

Raise your voice without any fear,
For the Lord is coming to rule;
Rewarding those who will revere,
And is not acting like a fool.

The people He already won,
Will be arriving before Him;
As the shepherd who is His Son,
Strengthened with His spiritual vim.

A shepherd that cares for His flock,
He gathers lambs up in His arms;
While watching around the clock,
For anything causing alarms.

Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer

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