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Regarding merit: absent, missing, void
Of all redeeming qualities, save one,
The apple of His eye, His "very good.”
Was He, in pleasant garden, much annoyed
When they His one divine decree did shun
To taste forbidden fruit because they could?
And did He not foresee that such an end
Would come of gift of choice, of their free will
To exercise dominion o'er the realm
And bear the Name above all other names?
And if He saw that they his law would rend
And bring about the dreaded curse, the ill
That banned them from His presence, overwhelmed
Their clarity of sight, should we bear blame?

To question first, yes, divine wrath was roused,
Though not a self-control replaced by rage,
But rather a repulsive force; there is 
No room for evil in a perfect core
Of good. Of two, yes, in His plan was housed,
Eternal, 'fore the dawn of time, a page
Unfathomed by the wise, but not by His
Great mind: that those forgiven most love more.
And three, yes we who claim with pride our choice,
Do bear our yoke most voluntarily;
Corrupted clay rejecting Potter's throw.
Yet Scripture, with a univocal voice
Does call for ears to hear and eyes to see
A God who loves and wants us Him to know.

A woeful state, a seeming paradox!
Cut off by choice, estranged, in trespass dead
As Laz'rus tombed are we, our outlook grim.
But God did call him forth; unbound he walks
From dark to light of day! And why? Instead
Of us, that wrath was satisfied by Him
The son, both lamb and Shepherd of the flocks
The Father gave to him, the manna, Bread
Hard broken on the cross to set us free.

Yet surely there’s a catch, a caveat?
For grace, our pride finds hardest to receive,
Salvation's surely earned by ‘should' and 'ought'!
A bitter pill to swallow, to believe
In Him who suffered, died, was raised to prove
In fact, that his atonement did suffice,
That faith, itself a monergistic move
From God to man requires no further price.

How then does one respond to sweet release?
Is it as simple as "Go sin no more,”
As Jesus said to her, was caught in sin?
Shall sin abound that grace might more increase?
A gift so great is not one to ignore,
For this is just a start, where we begin.

His will for us is found within his Word,
With our new eyes, they do not bind but free
Us to discern the marks that he has set,
Of old eschewed, with new heart now preferred.
Our arrows fly, but soon dismayed are we;
Some short, some wide, old fetters remain yet.

In even this, our Archer makes things right,
For if contrite, we come with quiver, bow,
He's gracious to instruct our errant flight;
Adjusted slight, we once more homeward go.

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FIRST PLACE WINNER
for the Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest
sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
written perhaps in 2015?

I am not sure why I could write this one, 
nor I am sure I will pen another like it.

I think it is an a/b/c/a/b/c, but also drops into an a/b/a/b,
and maintains iambic pentameter throughout, so I don't know
what the proper form name is.
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