A Genuine Sinner
Yeah, I’m a genuine sinner,
More concerned about my dinner
Than the locale of an eternal soul.
(Like some soup in a bowl,
I treat another person’s “fate.”)
Am I about love or hate?!
Do I care about the one going down?
More than a “smirky” frown?
If there is a salvation worth declaring,
They why am I so erring,
Failing to declare that Word?
Is this behavior not absurd?
Deliver me that I may shine,
Putting words and deeds above wine.
Yeah, He’s a supralapsarian Savior;
Got it all under control.
Don’t have to worry ’bout a thing
He’ll make a dead man rise and sing.
0905 on 29 Sept., 2023
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