Woe betide me for I am undone
O dear mind, entrapped in all done
By my feet, hands and pocket
Written in my own goodness docket
My discourse, flaunted by Nothing
May be for an argument or anything
Over sin, righteousness or judgement
Rejecting all the Holy Ghost meant
Help me I have been swayed
Held by political correctness raid
Avoiding being racist, sexist or homophobic
Denying for all Grace and Truth
I cry out, "To whom shall I stand?"
Eyes blinded be my hypocrisy trends
Will it be pressure groups, democracy or Christ?
If it be the former I shall be right
If only I had remembered eternity
Biffing on words, thoughts all vanity
Ignoring faith, hope and love rooted in Jesus
Only men and women not God, I pleased
6 His Grace / March, 2014