So quick are we to judge the sins around,

Yet planks jut forth from us like neon signs.

Alas! For us, we claim God’s grace abounds!

Our darkened hearts, abominable shrines.

 

Reliant on confession without change:

Citing, “Where sin abounds–grace doth much more!”

Who dares to make the Gospel so deranged?!

They tread darkness, not the Spirit’s blessed shore.

 

But I am elect! Tulip brothers cry.

My action don’t matter; I am a child.

“God’s grace for us is unto repentance!”

Tulip or free-will: sin’s practice—revile.

 

The Scriptures are plain, we have no excuse;

Do not claim the cross for damning abuse.