Poetry

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Flesh and blood cannot inherit,
Going to the Kingdom of God;
Rather your faith and your merit,
Worshipping to honor and laud.

For how can the perishable,
To ever bear corrupted fruit;
By inheriting durable,
Living things without any root.

For I tell you a mystery,
That we shall not all fall asleep;
A time becoming blistery,
We lose our wool like the sheep.

Changed in the twinkling of an eye,
When you will hear the trumpet sound;
The dead will be raised to the sky,
As they will become Heaven bound.

Because as the dead will be raised,
Imperishable to transform;
Everyone will be amazed,
As earth has a fiery storm.

This body has been corrupted,
Perishable being mortal;
Because of the life conducted,
Cannot enter through the portal.

We must have immortality,
Upon entering His Kingdom;
Cleansed from any iniquity,
For fulfilling our saintdom.

Get rid the perishable skin,
Which has made you corruptible;
That has trapped you in mortal sin,
So, you can become immortal.

Death swallows up in victory,
But for the death where is its sting;
It is not benedictory,
When to the cross that you will cling.

For the sting of death is your sin,
The power of sin is the Law;
That causes corruption within,
For developing every flaw.

Our victory is through Christ,
His labor has not been in vain;
But with Him being sacrificed,
Our sting will not suffer pain.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer

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