God’s plan unfolds before the eyes
Of Christ’s own royal line.
Yet, cursed by Adam’s compromise,
The rest will stagger blind.
The ways of God they will not heed,
For all they recognize
Are bellowings of Lucifer
In beautiful disguise.

Is it a wonder that the King
Of heaven, earth, and sky,
Would shun this race of arrogance
And rarely justify?
Can He be blamed for holiness,
And judgment that is true?
Can He be told it is not fair
To give to man his due?

If God released us all to hell,
And never called but one
To be the offspring of His heart
By wedding to His Son,
It would be undeniable
And angels loud must shout,
“God is a God of graciousness,
Beyond the faintest doubt.”

Do not be arrogant, my child,
If you are a chosen seed.
You did not merit any grace,
Nor could your heart believe.
It was the work of God alone
To take you from your death,
And put His life within your soul,
And breathe in you His breath.