The Systems of Mercy

 

Oh the usual systems of mercy,

They are departed and gone,*

The machine has broken down,

The mechanism is all wrong

And it's grace and it's sin and it is free will

It's the inevitable fall of this man,

And this cycle is vicious and small

And spins on a ha'penny's span

It is a never decreasing, deceasing circle,

And It or I will brake,

(Or I am stuck as i am)

And the systems of mercy

Sin Cycle Confess,

Must give way

To a man,

Christ, can I be what I am?

* Alusion to 'The Sisters of Mercy' by Leonard Cohen.

Grace is a Spare Pair

When doing the weekly wash,

Much like the confessing of your sin,

It pays to never forget,

The pants you're sitting in

You woke up early Saturday morning,

To get the load from the washing bin,

To have a clean pair for Sunday Church,

But,

You forgot the pants you're in.

Now they're all in the wash

And the day can now begin

But you'll have to go for ages, 

In the grime you're stewing in,

He came that we may have life

And have it in abundance,

But grace is, in this metaphor,

A spare pair of underpants,