SUSTAINING GRACE:Song of the Tares

No one wants sustaining grace, Jesus
Or haven't you heard
That is not the system
Whereby we observe
          .....diety

We have grown accustom
To trouble and despair
Then, when we are about to break,
Bam, you are suddenly there
          .....saving the day

Deep truths are too hard
To eat, they are bitter
We like sweet treats
That we grow fat to consider
          .....the goodness of god

Don't get me wrong, we work
We labor to draw beautiful images
Where outsiders can gaze upon success
And find that HOPE is limitless
           .......with god

We don't earn the Promised land
Your grace bought that long ago
So what's wrong with gaining pleasure,
Avoiding pain, in the process of coming to know
            .......you love

We love this life, it's not bad for hell
A prerequisite for the eternal reign 
Let the uninformed enjoy their suffering
We have our own glory to gain
           ......so our fruit will be plenty

Ha! Some of the little babies
Have yet to share the "good news" once
But us, we will have libraries of books
To present you for all the good we have done
             .....for god, of course

Yes, the condition of the Earth, is bad
But we have a hope beyond the blue
We know that very soon, the Rapture
Will come, and we will finally "see" you
             ......to gain our crown

While others panic, and cry out
"Seek the Lord our God for mercy"
Our knees will not bow
To the enemy, terrorizing the nursery
            ....babies don't endure

Because of your gift, Jesus
We will stand upright and declare
Religion and Images have saved us
When the Sustaining Grace came to share
             .......the freedom of your Love.

All authority has been given by God
We possess the promise in our closed hands
We own all that we have purchased
And hold it over the simpleton who will never understand
              .......power holds might.

Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-08-2016


Note: I have found, in this long ordeal, that very few want to walk with me, and even less want to pray for me. Some have even accused me of "not getting it." Oh, I get it, and this poem shows what I have come to know. That all the "Hall of Famers" in the Bible can't hold a candle to the saints who suffered everything asked of them in pursuit of God, in silence, and no recognition was ever given. In Heaven, God knows every child's name and loves them with his never failing love, and is no respecter of persons.