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ESSAY
Free Grace
It’s not that I don’t care about money, but…
Note: Below the poem is an audio clip of the author reading the poem.
We get what we pay for, most of the time.
Yet folks look for bargains, dollars for dimes.
We buy one and get one, wanting things free.
But something for nothing? Too rich for me!
See, I’ve got a free thing, treasure for sure.
It’s God’s own forgiveness, Death’s final cure.
It came to me freely, Jesus’ true Gift,
else I would be hopeless, aimless, adrift.
Beside this, what “free” thing merits the term?
They all carry costs, just hard to discern.
The greatest such cost, though? Cheapening grace,
consigning the Gift to coupon-clip space.
I cherish the free things that truly are free,
like presents I get from those dear to me.
And God’s perfect Gift, the ultimate case,
makes retail promotions seem only waste.
No, speak not of free stuff. Sell me your goods
and charge a fair tariff. That’s understood.
I’ve no wish for…
