And all argue defied
Why this beautiful woman
Had chosen to die
He’d given her everything
Earth below, heaven above
She had no expert reason
To plough from His love
And why would she listen
To hissed words as well as then obscene
When later on that evening
She could speak amongst the King?
What pump motives drew her
To accept that get-go taste
When i seize amongst teeth condemned
Every small-scale fry of her race?
She had fruit abundant
Peaceful days, tranquil nights
No sickness or heartache
A Father Who loved her
A hubby who cared
A wonderful Garden
No crusade for despair
How reckless her longings
That led to that bite
How foolish her thoughts
How tragic her plight
And I stand upwards at that topographic point amongst her
I know it’s the truth
I run into them—my teeth marks
On that slice of fruit
No argue excuses
Our selfish disgrace*
Nor tin logic explain
God’s unreasonable grace!+
copyright Gail Burton Purath, 2012
* Romans 3:23: for all direct keep sinned as well as autumn curt of the glory of God, (NIV)
+ Romans 6:23: For the reward of sin is death, exactly the gift of God is eternal life inwards Christ Jesus our Lord. (NIV)
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