Poetry

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I will always remind you,
Though you already know;
Being well-grounded as true,
Reflecting that it will show.

As long as I am alive,
I refresh my memory;
Knowing that Christ will arrive,
To defeat my enemy.

I know that I will die soon,
Christ has made it clear to me;
Maybe before the blood moon,
So I am able to see.

I make every effort,
To see that you remember;
That you will never desert,
As thoughts like a burning ember.

When you had been told about,
The coming of our Lord;
It was not based on a doubt,
To just let it be ignored.

I did not base as a myth,
Made up being fake news;
Not going to plead the fifth,
Or any political views.

Rather witnessed with my eyes,
And everything I heard;
It is the truth and not lies,
What is written in the Word.

I have told you the story,
Spoken by God the Father;
Christ got honor and glory,
To call Christ our Brother.

Christ is His Son He delights,
Whom the Father does adore;
Between God and man unites,
As being the open door.

I heard the voice as it spoke,
In the Word I cannot doubt;
Confess for the commands broke,
For the Father to cure gout.

Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer

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