2.
In God's kingdom we all
make the same trade
can't refuse His demand: All
so we bring our hands full
what we made
of ourselves
What could we have saved?
so many handsful of trash
shredded and stinking
keeping back nothing
not the hate, not the scars
not the sick, not the dark
Come, said the Master
Come as you are
Come with all you have to offer
all you should have been
all the truth you scoffed at
all you're still too sick to see
Come make the trade.
Receive
All you need.
Paid in full.
Oh we fools! Clever monkeys
we cherish our reckoning
each with her bank book.
How much thanksgiving
is correct? Is this living:
pay our debts, tally dues
count up who's an honor
to the Kingdom? Do you
hold a list and check it
to watch your sister's credit
is she really repenting
enough to earn her pardon?
He said it was finished
Paid in full
this terrible measure:
for every sin
just recompense
And the Lord has laid on Him
the iniquity
of us ALL
Dear monkeys, little sheep,
let us wash off this filthy reckoning
This sister pitted and deformed by sin
receives more mercy, more cherishing
And you, so tender to the law's demands
are fitter to be treated as a man
The one who's been most crushed, who's been most cruel,
who's toiling out of filthy, monstrous places--
will we deny him one scrap of grace
whom God gave All?
No: let us grant more modesty, more grace
to one who brings more shame
and lays it at the Cross:
God for us
Leave off this reek, this tallying
what I brought and what you bring
and have the mind of Christ
Let us breathe and speak and live this trade:
each ALL receives ENOUGH
we cannot reckon up the way of Love.
Thursday, May 24, 2018
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
economics 1
1.
I have a house in God's Kingdom,
a good house
well-built, modest--well
within my means. I pay
on the mortgage monthly: three fifty,
more when I can spare
I keep it nice, too: fresh paint yearly, dusted daily,
every corner clean--
Then she comes knocking, wanting
sugar (who doesn't have sugar?)
for cookies or something
Her kids eat too much sugar anyway, it's not good for them
and watch way too much TV--
It's almost midnight
and she comes with her cup
and she says guess what Jesus--
Oh do you know Him? I say
Oh yes, she says Jesus
gave me a mansion
Oh did he I say
a mansion
How expensive
and how do you keep it clean?
I suppose you want to borrow my vacuum cleaner as well I say
Oh yes, she says, he did--
he said it's free
I have a house in God's Kingdom,
a good house
well-built, modest--well
within my means. I pay
on the mortgage monthly: three fifty,
more when I can spare
I keep it nice, too: fresh paint yearly, dusted daily,
every corner clean--
Then she comes knocking, wanting
sugar (who doesn't have sugar?)
for cookies or something
Her kids eat too much sugar anyway, it's not good for them
and watch way too much TV--
It's almost midnight
and she comes with her cup
and she says guess what Jesus--
Oh do you know Him? I say
Oh yes, she says Jesus
gave me a mansion
Oh did he I say
a mansion
How expensive
and how do you keep it clean?
I suppose you want to borrow my vacuum cleaner as well I say
Oh yes, she says, he did--
he said it's free
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