Pure praise comes from the lips
Of the one who knows he was chosen.
Left to himself he would serve himself
Found his own philosophy of life,
Chose his own way, his own wife,
Go about living his days
By his own whims and ways
But having been called from above
By God who displayed His love
For all the world to see
(Yes! How can it be?)
Angels and soldiers are rulers
Did witness the feats of the Savior
Who looked not to our behavior
(Nothing there for a Holy One to savor!
Just punks, chumps, and hags
As righteous as filthy rags.)
And when we see Him in His glory
We got nothin’; His is the story.
1715 on 8 Jan., 2021