Different Gifts But Equally Loved
Can a white skin be proof that I’m better than you,
if my mother is Jewish, does that make me smart?
If I’m born in America, skin black as coal,
folks quite pale on Dark Continent, are they more whole
than the natives, their perambulations great art?
Does my poop not smell bad? Is my wee sweet as dew?
Does a Christian’s profession of faith make faith clear,
is an Atheist’s, Hindu’s, or Moslem’s faith real,
or might faith span the spectrum of human-based sin
that does not honor God, a fraud’s gamble to win?
It seems most of God’s children get tempted to steal,
and Christ claims all who’ve thought it, have done it, I hear!
Your faith’s real when you’re confident, you know the Lord,
that this knowledge ‘saves’ you! Or might this be an act
you’ll regret and not faith? Isn’t faith “all are saved”
by Christ’s death on the cross (that redeems the enslaved
from their sin) with one stroke?” Christ’s Grace faith or a fact?
You’re so sure, Grace is yours? How can Christ not be floored
by the sin (you embrace) in all parts of your life?
Your humility’s sick? Your faith’s dying or dead?
Is a sicker joke framed than the claim “Grace is mine?”
Grace is Christ’s (if it’s real!) the whole world’s valentine!
Look! The Bridegroom’s feast comes! Will He want to break bread,
greet false friends at the door when He marries His wife?
Long Tooth
September 27th in 2020
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2020
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