Our bodies are made of clay,
Yet a treasure of the Good News;
That if we just trust and obey,
We will have salvation to choose.
This shows a superior power,
Of treasure that belongs to God;
Showing each day of each hour,
That we need to honor and laud.
We are troubled in a way,
But we are never to be smashed;
Frustrated to be broken clay,
That causes us to become trashed.
We are down but not forsaken,
Because we shall never give up;
We have been becoming captives,
But drink no poison from their cup.
We will always carry the death,
Of Jesus Christ sticking within;
Is revealed with every breath,
That will be helping us to win.
Death is at work while alive,
For life is still within thriving;
While waiting Christ to arrive,
A new creature is surviving.
I believed and therefore I spoke,
Our faith has the same spirit;
For from death Jesus Christ awoke,
Vindicate what we inherit.
Everything is for your sake,
As the love of God overflows;
Producing thanksgiving to make,
In the glory of God you chose.
So we are never discouraged,
Though we are starting to wear out;
But His Word makes us encouraged,
Renewed for shedding any doubt.
We look not for things that have been,
Things we see are temporal;
But focusing on the unseen,
That would back what is scriptural
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer