The inkling that came
Arrived just the same
Untold mercy and love
This is not some game
But you play anyway
Thinking a certain way
But Graces are for God’s Glory
And loving each other, okay?
So perhaps it is as such
That you do not know how to love
Or refuse because you prefer to hate
Which is it then, ask yourselves
My Heart still bleeds profusely
That you be forewarned
Without repentance
Things always get worse
A Prophet Scorned 