Thief of Grace

You’re certainly missing out Whilst you’re fooling about And you’re swimming in doubt So I shall certainly you out-rout I’d advise you to be on the lookout For I’m your rival, far more worthy a scout Take heed or you’ll end up looking like a lout All I can tell you for now is that you’re missing out While you’re looking away Twirling in relentless dismay Your insolence successfully leads you astray So He finds me in greater favour every day Unlike you, I’m eloquent with words that gently sway The God with whom for hours on exhausted knees I stay ‘Till the last hour of the night a dear prayer to say With heartfelt sobs and a submissive heart I pray away I whisper, “Dear God of mercy, show me your face For I am a sinner in need of Your saving Grace For years in meditation and supplication I’ll chase The benedictions You bestow unto the winners of the race The so-called ‘faithful’ ones who cautiously pace In the promising path which for them You daily trace” I solemnly utter, “My heart with Love and Faith do interlace So I can one good day be worthy of seeing Your glorious face” If you were smart, you’d take after me Vigilant and sober at all times you’d be So from the snares of the enemy you’d easily flee Who’s literally got you down on one knee Yet too proud you are for your life to give an earnest plea No diligence whatsoever for efforts to be free Indeed that thief I am, the thief of grace, you see Watch out, or you’ll lose all your blessings to me