Poetry

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The design of the heart of man,
And the tongue is from the Lord;
A way for fitting into His plan,
To clean himself with the Word.

But the Lord God puts his spirit,
On the scales to weigh its worth;
Determine what he may inherit,
By his achievements since birth.

So put your deeds into His hands,
And your intent will be for sure;
As your purpose that He commands,
Even with any sinner to restore.

Everyone that is filled with pride,
Is too disgusting to get away free;
So whatever being hid deep inside,
Expect punishment from His decree.

From His mercy, sin is taken away,
When his deeds have been pleasing;
As long as his faith does not betray,
A love of God that is never ceasing.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2005 Richard Newton Sherrer

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