I rejoice in my suffering,
As I fill up with afflictions,
Knowing that Christ is buffering,
For the sake of your convictions.
I became a poet God gave,
A stewardship that would dispense;
An opportunity to save,
So your repentance would commence.
The mystery hid for ages,
But being revealed to the saints;
At a time when chaos rages,
people no longer have restraints.
To them, God chose in making known,
The glory of this mystery;
Among the Gentiles alone,
The wealth of glory through history.
We proclaim warning everyone,
Teaching everyone of wisdom;
Becoming mature in the Son,
Ready to enter His Kingdom.
For this, I toil and labor,
Struggling with powerful deeds;
By helping each of my neighbor,
In meeting their spiritual needs.
Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer
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