The Poem

Once a poem I did write,

of God it did proclaim.

I sent to one I thought would like,

empty heart did show his shame.

A brash and crass response it was,

to me it came a great surprise.

From family came revile worse,

than any stranger's criticize.

One who balks so much at God,

has little hope the life he walks.

His introspect must show the sod,

to cover guilt, his darkness talks.

The only real escape can be,

that grace restore, by sacrifice.

God's blood shed for us to see,

to abandon sin is paradise.

- Roger W Hancock