Hurrying to find another seat away from
your stench, your sickness of heart and
physical distress, I choose
only a label and reject its accompanying
commission - I'd rather walk on by than
risk getting my hands dirty - so, having
ignored Jesus in you, I bury my head in my bible and
tell myself I'm a good and faithful servant,
eternally saved by grace - grace that I just made cheap.
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