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But for the grace of God I go...
Oh, really, you opine that's so?
Belong to the elect of God?
I find your arrogance quite odd.
The maker of the ark drank wine;
Now you think drunks are out of line.
And Abraham our father lied;
Does not that cause you just to sigh?
The pagan Rahab was a whore;
I bet that makes you really sore.
King David killed to have a wife;
That must cause your demeanor strife.
Our Lord with sinners dined and ate--
That you consider second rate...
So whom does God in truth so choose?
The ones with nothing left to lose!
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Author Notes
This is written in rhyming couplets of iambic tetrameter.
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