Saint
Even if the saints’ hearts are dull,
Eyes heavy and they are evidently fast asleep.
We are not warranted raising a false alarm,
Not for us telling the heirs of salvation,
to awake for they are in danger of the wrath to come.
that is past and gone.
Rather remind them that their salvation is nearer than,
when they believed,
Stirring them up to watchfulness,
activity by appropriate motives.
The whip is for the slave,
not for the child.
The dread of punishment for the condemned,
not the justified.
The fear of wrath is not for those,
who are "accepted in the Beloved,"
But to those that reject the Savior,
are put a far from them the eternal mercy of God.
Endeavor to speak frankly,
and faithfully to the Lord’s people.
Try to avoid anything like a legal tone.
Gladly talk to God’s children,
as their Father in heaven,
would have them talked to,
Somewhat sharply, perhaps,
but still without a trace of the threatening,
that belongs to the ungodly,
but not to those who are saved in the Lord.
Selah!
Copyright © Bernard Miring'U | Year Posted 2023
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