Poetry

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Like a sail in the wind, like a bird on the wing,
Like a free-flowing billowing cloud;
All depend on the breeze, which nobody sees,
For the power with which they’re endowed.
It’s the same for the ones, who through Christ are God’s sons,
Who’ve been born of The Spirit of Love;
Though we live on the earth, by the pow’r of new birth
Our true home is in Heaven above.

Through the indwelling Christ, we’ve been given new life,
Our hearts set on the Kingdom of God;
In the world we’ll have woe, ‘cause the kingdoms below,
Are opposed to the things of The Lord.
Don’t you saints be dismayed by the forces arrayed,
Who would try to extinguish our light,
Because Jesus supplies all we need for our lives:
In our weakness, The Lord shows His might.

Great truth long unknown, to the saints He has shown,
Which was never revealed in the past;
Jesus dwelling inside; in our spirit resides;
Man’s sure hope of God’s glory at last.
We now look for the day, when He whisks us away,
And we see Him as He really is;
Certain hope of us all, when the archangel calls:
Spotless Bride will forever be His.

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