The Provisions of Grace

What's required beyond Grace for a friend to be cool? Disagreement's sufficient to void what friends bring to Lord's table, His feast, where the enemies' flags fill the hillsides like trees seen from mountain king's fort? If a friend says, I'm crazy, may prayer help brain scan what fosters such feelings! Can feelings be wrong if relayed from the heart of a comrade-in-arms? Don't they merit attention, a color-blind friend can't judge contrasts, one poetry deaf, can't love art? Can Life's play not be blessed by a faint actor's part? Let me feel what I feel and not have to pretend a savant's skills have wowed; all should bow to bling's charms! Is the athlete (who leaves pack behind) the most strong or the friend, who lifts more than what's fair (won't complain)? Let me honor myself and not have to comport with staid views some might flirt with, who denigrate rags of less fortunate comrades. The 'Humble,' I sing! Where is Grace less contrived than God's servant, Court's fool? Long Tooth November 9th in 2020