The heathen rage and rage and rage
Derision rips and rips the stage
Filthy rags just rag and rag
With horns and tails that wag and tag
Rationalism is their bag
Misery loves company
They choose and ultimately lose …
I cry …
Oh Jesus You’re the absolute
In a world that turned and hated You
Glorifying self instead
With attitudes that rob and kill
Pride, it goes before a fall
Better to side in the Truth of God
To come and heed His Holy place
Mercy, love, peace and grace
When they need a stable warm…
They’ll find it in Your open arms
When they need a stable warm …
They’ll find it in Your open arms
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Kelly S. Griswold