The Gs of Grace

(Inspired by my friend Stewart Arp,
musician and cantor.)

I played a gig and made X dollar Ds,
the Ds are paid to me as just reward;
in church my gig is paid in grace-filled Gs,
invisible to all except the Lord.

To meet my needs, the Ds I quickly spend,
my Gs are saved where grapes of wrath are stored,
which one will I take with me in the end
is something only counted by the Lord.

The Ds--the root of evil--pull me down,
then cut down by His terrible swift sword;
the Gs of grace will grace my golden crown,
as gracefully I bow before You, Lord.

I hope I stand, O God, before Your face
and offer You my priceless Gs of grace.

               -- by Pete Voelz       4/25/13