The True Gospel - Poem by Richard Merrell
The earth rotates, day turns to night
Then night returns to day,
We must redeem the time we have
So let's begin to pray.
Saving people from the fire
Abhoring their very clothes;
Snatching them from the flames of hell
The torment and the woes.
Fot to the church God has given
Authority in His Son
To preach the gospel which is true
And not the accursed one.
So to the ROOD we all must go
Though nearly two chiliad past
To know the gospel which is true,
The Christ, the first and last! !
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