Accursed - Poem by Richard Merrell
I have met the Logos
Who spoke to me the Rhema
He said, 'Denominations
are to God but an-ath-em-ah.'
I shall shun denominations
For each is but a prison;
They are not one in Yeshua
Being Satan's accursed schism.
'There should be no schism in the body'
1 Corinthians 12
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