JOHN 3:16

Uncle Don is dead and gone.
Does anyone remember
When he wore a hat
and long loose pants
Held up with two elastic blue
Or polka dot suspenders?
He beat his boys with hobnail boots
and locked them up for hours
Aunt Fran would cry
In the mincemeat pie,
Rolling dough, lying low,
Mottled with Gold Medal flour
One Sunday during Pentecost
He fell victim to the Lord.
The big man swooned
In the spirit-filled room
Half-awake enough to take
His heavenly reward.
He commenced to wear a wooden cross
And a PTL lapel pin,
And whacked his kids
Like he always did.
“God above said out of love
That’s the best way to repel sin!”
I thought a lot about the Lamb
By whom sins are erased
How the first are last
And the slow are fast:
How it’s all the same till you change the name.
That’s some amazing grace!
