Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

Holy Poetry for the Common Man

(Caution. Not necessarily for children or pernickety adults)

It cannot be denied, I am a piece o’ shit
‘Tis my confession; can’t deny it.
We are sinners in the hands of a holy God,
Traipsing all over His beautiful sod.
I am I among this nasty congregation
Unable to achieve a feasible segregation.
Sin’s hold has a good grip on me
And only One can set me free.
That One who came down from the Maker,
Was the real thing not a gnostic faker,
The  partner with the Spirit in creation.
That Son from death did not run
But faced it; took it all in. (’twas no fun).
He kicked the Devil’s ass real good
Bringin’ life to the whole neighborhood.

Post-noon on 29 July 2022

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