Rule of Threes Three
Will you make the cut?
Or settle for a shortcut?
Coaches' scuttlebutt
Execute the steal
Professing rather than real
The truth to conceal
Blessing progeny
Highlights God's sovereignty
Not autonomy
Man's wisdom swaggers
'Til adversity staggers
Making Sandbaggers
Men try to judge Him
When self-righteousness rules them
Worthless stratagem
Respect peoples' pain
And do not rush to explain
Restrain your right brain
Grief cannot be weighed
Those sudden terrors arrayed
So wild words are brayed
Christ's hope the refrain
Easing the pressure of pain
He suffered for GAIN
Like sending back Ruth
Like pulling out the wrong tooth
Like misapplied truth
Judgment reigns upon
Stopped listening to the Son
Can't see damage done
As Pharaoh once said
Who is this Lord I should dread?
His potsherds are spread
There is no do-over
For death is a crossover
Let Christ takeover
He hardens to break
Your broken life to remake
Nine:eighteen at stake
God is not triggered
"In the beginning" - figured
"Kingdom" - transfigured
He gifts you the test
Refining faith to its best
Grace fills in the rest
Going toe-to-toe
Your toughened mettle will grow
In blow after blow
I will mark my way
Ebenezers to display
My Guide had his sway
Believe or accuse
His school of wisdom to choose
Not the clever ruse
Like jumping offside
Some flaws you just cannot hide
Will must override
Blowing a big lead
Team abortion won't succeed
Outcome is decreed
Yes, it rhymes with strife
Still, God's sacred gift is life
Better sheath the knife
Mankind's fateful dearth
Fails to determine true worth
Vanity gives birth
Riches from above
Experiencing loyal love
David got hold of
You say, "He's not fair!"
He says, "Will you be My heir?"
Ironic affair
His fast moving squall
His cascading waterfall
Our handiwork small
We only see splays
Outer fringes of His ways
Faith has more to say
Their values still hold
The Ancients' honey and gold
Like His word we're told
"How long and how much
Does a loser need his Crutch?"
Providence is Clutch!
Your children's laughter
Reveals who they take after
Same with your Master
The way to wisdom
Is a Person we can't plumb
Faith can receive some
If I'm going down
And cannot stay above ground
Faith is my rebound
Sow duplicity
Barbed wire protects harmony
Cow to unity
Football smells rattle
My helmet and pads tattle
The scent of battle
From washed-up driftwood
To remaking my manhood
His ultimate good
His wisdom in rhyme
Yields fruit at the proper time
His grace is sublime
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