This is a poem I wrote while studying the book of Romans. The love of the Father that sent the Son into the world to bear the guilt of my sins, so that He might be just and yet justify the unjust, still lays my mind in the dust. There is none greater, kinder, loving, nor fearfull in holy purity and wrath. All I shall ever want to do is praise Him, and this His grace provides.
We are from Adam: all lie, all cry, all die!
We are from sin: all hide, all cover, all blame!
Like begets like: begets like, begets like, begets like!
Kane, Tuballkane, Nimrod, Pharaoh,
all together all our fellow.
Babylon, Persia, Greese, or Rome,
all together all our home.
But from Seth to Shem to Abraham,
one promise of another land.
But how to get from here to there,
is not of us or all our fairs.
Without a lamb and sacrifice,
there is no part in paradise.
Though promise has provided one,
Until the bruising seed of woman come,
We in Adam are thence under curse.
And law from Moses has made it worse.
For by works of law no man is just:
The law exposes illicit lusts.
Though good, holy, just and true,
man can judge, but cannot do.
By that which is good, man is slain,
That sin itself man might disdain.
That sin exceeding sinful we despair:
our shallow works or reckless airs.
That with our vaunted self esteem in dust,
We might confess that God is just,
Who to dust decreed man return,
And opened hell for what he earned.
That no fault to God be laid,
But men confess themselves depraved.
And from Gods severity behold:
His goodness promised long of old.
From Adam....DGB
We are from Adam: all lie, all cry, all die!
We are from sin: all hide, all cover, all blame!
Like begets like: begets like, begets like, begets like!
Kane, Tuballkane, Nimrod, Pharaoh,
all together all our fellow.
Babylon, Persia, Greese, or Rome,
all together all our home.
But from Seth to Shem to Abraham,
one promise of another land.
But how to get from here to there,
is not of us or all our fairs.
Without a lamb and sacrifice,
there is no part in paradise.
Though promise has provided one,
Until the bruising seed of woman come,
We in Adam are thence under curse.
And law from Moses has made it worse.
For by works of law no man is just:
The law exposes illicit lusts.
Though good, holy, just and true,
man can judge, but cannot do.
By that which is good, man is slain,
That sin itself man might disdain.
That sin exceeding sinful we despair:
our shallow works or reckless airs.
That with our vaunted self esteem in dust,
We might confess that God is just,
Who to dust decreed man return,
And opened hell for what he earned.
That no fault to God be laid,
But men confess themselves depraved.
And from Gods severity behold:
His goodness promised long of old.
From Adam....DGB
