A fool is what they brand me, for the love
I bear toward the loving Lord above;
They say I make him up my fears to ease,
But he has made me fear him, by his grace.
They call my Lord a crutch that I conceive
To rid me of the guiltiness I weave,
But I’ve been maimed by sin, and I would bet
A broken leg needs all that it can get.
If fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Then I’m a fool, I’ll gladly have it said:
Angel nor demon never knew the grace
That with my Lord in heav’n secured a place.
—12/14/15. On 1 Cor 1:18-25.
