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LO-O-O-O-O-KIN' GOOD!!! We see ourselves in a mirror. Looking pretty good at that. External ducks all in a row, With smart bow tie and silk top hat. Yet right beneath skin's soft surface looms a spiritual brat! Others sight is sharper, surer. They critique the flaws when I'm at bat. I'm booed by seeds I poorly sow, By a pharisaical autocrat. With one touch they stroke my fur; with the other, skin the cat! But glory be! A light purer, That covers me where sin once sat. His light revealed the debt I owe, Which He forgave, though we mocked and spat. Now I'm grafted into His vine, a holy habitat! His vineyard has grown me on a sweeter path. Hallelujah! No longer a grape of wrath. |
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