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The liars deepest lair,
The sinners widest court,
The deceivers tallest chair.

Tradition has come to pass,
Prophecy has come to full,
Teachings to the mass.

The Way is made as tradition,
The Truth is made as foolish,
The Life is made as religion.

When will We behold Thee Glory?
How soon will you make vengeance?
When will you end this story?

You will shout over me with joy,
I sing to you with praises,
You are my mighty Warrior who saves.
Reflection on Zephaniah 3:17
Oh as the grass does grow
And the river does flow
When I hear the wind blow

It is then that I know

How He has made me
More unique than the tallest tree
More precious than the daintiest of bee
More close than that of the morning breeze

It is then that I see

How it is all his fame
That by his vein
And in his name
And with my shame

It is then that I proclaim

How He has kept his promise
Being the one who is sinless
Loving me when I did not want his kiss
He found me in my remise

It is then to see this


The One who was and is
And is to come
Who was then
And then was done

He is the Son
Of the One who made all to come

You know his name
He is without blame

But yet he came
To take away all the shame
And give us his first and precious name.

He is Jesus
The bear and the birds
The deer and the bees
I’m sitting in the woods.

The tender twigs
The daisy flowers
I’m gonna climb up on that mountain

Walk-in through the prairie
The ground hogs and mice
Are watching and scurrying all around

Oh what a stranger would give
To be sittin in the woods
With me this day.

I’m sitting in the woods
I don’t mind politics at holidays

and religion at restaurants.

I think out loud

And have lots of questions and comments.

I talk too loud

And tell dad jokes.

I wake up early in the morning

And make lots of noise.

I often spill

And make lots of messes.

Yet my wife loves me all the more!
All hope was lost when I was alone,
I cried a prayer that reached the throne.

Addicted to tears shaped like the cross,
I wept aloud and found that which I lost.

Like a baby without a breast
I was hungry and starved, I needed to rest.

Weak without food I could barely see,
that The King had prepared a feast right before me.

Bestowed a place at his table,
I found grace that was fatal.

"Eat and drink and be joyful,
by faith my hope is bountiful."

When Jesus made me cry,
I knew, that for me he had to die.

By grace, through faith we are saved,
by the blood that Jesus has paid.

Completely God and completely man,
this Jesus was killed by human hand.

A sacrifice he was,
Jesus loves you, just because.

Resurrected from the dead,
Jesus is alive, no matter what is said.

Living and strong,
Jesus is with you, all your life long.

Jesus is building his house so big,
he wants you to come and see his Kingdom gig ;)

You are loved.
You are blessed.

In the Kings righteousness,
you are dressed.
Copyright 2020 coup de grace by Austin Woodruff

coup de grace (n.)
"a single blow or stroke, dispatching one condemned or mortally wounded to put an end to misery," 1690s, from French coup de grce, literally "stroke of grace;" the merciful death-blow that ends another's suffering. (Etymonline; Online Etymology Dictionary)
In order for the gospel to go it also must come.

come Jesus come.
go Gospel go.
You are loved,
you are blessed.
In Christ's righteousness,
you are dressed.
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