MyMusings&Rhymes

Thursday, July 27, 2023

The One who tells every lightening bolt where to land

And counts all the stars and grains of sand

Surely watches over each of us and keeps us in His Hand

If grace was easy and greasy

And salvation universal

What is the explanation for an Ichabod

And there would be no need for the Perfect Son of Father God

To sacrifice as did He,

The Ultimate irony it would be

For Him to bleed to death

And offer up His final breath

To rescue wretches like you and me !