Help! Poem by naphright naphright

Is our body the Holy temple whth all it's splendor, like Christ it should resemble. Staying celibut, if not married because God is jealous he does not want to share it, to be holy inside out is the mark, striving for perfection dodging every dart, temptation is reality which we can over come, shadow of death, fear no evil, let it not be come a slump, righteous fall seven times but get back up, his arm is never too short to lift us out of the dump. no matter where we make our bed. he is still there. whether alive or dead He be fair, living righteously we can still for our own sake, lavishly we are blessed giving in to our own fate, enjoyiing his loving kindness and gentle caress. be holy for i am holy it's all about love, he only wants to bless us with gifts fom up above, the closer we are to him the more he gives, the more we sacrifice to him the easier and higher we live, glory to glory ever getting brighter, leave it all alone the muck and mire.
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