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Rivers of Grace (by Me)
I went to God’s party the other day The usual abundance was given away He offered each guest a drink to take Guaranteed to give joy, and no hangover ache. A ‘‘punch’’ called ‘‘works’’ Or a wine called ‘‘grace’’ A choice of drink, all had to face ‘‘What’s the difference?’’ I asked a man by me.... ‘‘The punch is costly, but the wine is free’’ ‘‘As much as we want’’ we incredulously cried ‘‘Yes, as much as you want’’ the Lord replied So each one drank from the fount of grace You could tell it was good by the look on each face They drank from cups, from glasses, from mugs They spooned it, ladled it, poured it in jugs They filled every vessel that you’d care to name But the more they took, the more it came They came from the front, They pushed from behind A lot got spilt, but the Lord didn’t mind ‘‘Keep helping yourselves’’ he said oft with a grin ‘‘But don’t let the drink, drive you to sin’’ |