Poem: Abound Different

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In order for Christ to be found
We must have lives that abound
Not power or status or things
But hearts that can soar as on wings

The Kingdom that conquers this world
Won’t come from a mountain of gold
Those who spread love that is “hesed
Are the only ones He will count “blessed

No matter how different we think
Without fruit of the Spirit we stink
So let’s put an end to this strife
And overflow Christ-wholly life

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