I've trampled on the grace You gave
Spitting on Your crown pierced brow
With the disrespect of the worst of
Pharisees
I thought I knew better
You could see me turn my back
yet You did it anyway
even though I wouldn't follow
Your perfect way.
My actions mock Your name
And deny Your power
I follow the crowd and shout
Crucify Him!
Yet I do what I do not want
You died for the king of mockers
for the worst of hypocrites and
for ones who'd always turn away
Rejection was certain
I stumble, I fall, I fail
You hold, You pick me up, You prevail
Within a sinner, a submitted servant You see
Your love is greater than mine can ever be
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Dear Lee,
Very good thoughts! You are getting to be a good poet! I am reading this at Grandma O's house.I have to choose an identity and I waqsn't sure if I was a blogger or not! I also looked at your Armada winter pictures and they are very professional looking. I tried to leave comments on that page but couldn't figure it out. Anyway, here I am and I have enjoyed your 'blog". It's the first one I've ever seen. I do have to tell you that you spelled 'hypocrites' incorrectly. I am not familiar with the term "Verimus". Is it a cross between the words "veritas" and "adoramus"? We just got back from Cracker Barrel and Steve seemed to be having an okay evening. Steve suggested the fried chicken to your dad and, unfortunately it was very over-fried. G. Owens and I had a mexican chicken salad that was very nice.
Bye for now,
Love, Mom
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