Love the brethren; entertain strangers (for it's true
Some've thus served angels), remember prisoners too.
God'll judge sexual vice; covet not, be content;
The Lord's with you, ne'er-changing; from truth don't be bent.
Bear Christ's shame at Calv'ry; God's praises your lips tell,
Do good and share - these sacrifices please God well.
Obey your leaders, who have to account for you,
That they do so with joy, not grief; pray for us too.
May God, who raised Christ, our Great Shepherd, perfect thee
To do His will, to whom be eternal glory.
Accept this short letter, know that Timothy's free,
With whom I soon may come. Italy's saints greet thee.
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