"Oh what a great day for a jog,"
Said Chipper in a daydream fog.
His mind was on the day he'd wed.
Few other thoughts did clog his head.
He didn't see the two slick thugs
Parked near his car in white punch bugs.
One, Cobra, held a gleaming vial
Of toxin destined for Chip's "trial."
"A taste of his own medicine,
For we cannot forgive his sin!"
His pal Snake added, "For the ride
We'll lace his drink with cyanide."
Into the lock they clicked the key
(The duplicate fit perfectly.)
They found the cooler, popped the lid,
Slipped in the gift and the deed was 'did!'"
The groom-to-be did not suspect
And neither did his nose detect
Such felony to exploit dire thirst,
This planned demise so well rehearsed.
The crime relied on speed and stealth,
Bold ravages of whoredom's wealth.
It could not fail, for crime did pay.
But if 'twas so, why the delay?
Hear the hammer. See the nails, as innocent blood tastes our own medicine. We did the crime. He did the time. Bang goes the gavel. Guilt or grace: our choice.
Signs follow the believer. If they drink any deadly thing...
Weeks later at the funeral parlor
Chip's fiancÚ Ann did moan with ardor,
"Oh God, what sacrifice I'd give,
If only that poor corpse could live!"
The young man standing at her side
Smiled kindly at his future bride.
"Recall the wonders and each sign
That in Christ's mercy do align."
"Each one of us do hell deserve,
(to break God's laws takes lots of nerve),
But His Son did our whipping take -
Yes, even for that scoundrel Snake,
Who, though he tried to poison me,
Could still be declared 'not guilty,'
And may avoid hell's punishment
Should God's grace prove expedient."
And so Chip cried, "Lord, take the guilt
Of him for whom your blood was spilt!
Please bring poor Snake back from the dead,
Show him you bruised the serpent's head."
"Yes," pleaded Ann. "You took his sentence,
Now please bring him to repentance.
We lift this faith coin for his bail,
To free him from resentment's jail."
Hear the message. See the truth. The price of sin is eternal hot sauce. But for His blood, pure and holy. Down falls man's pride. Crucified in humility.
Signs of life follow. The corpse takes a breath. He lives.
God in His mercy heard Chip's prayer
And saved Snake from the pit's despair.
Once a Satanist, now born again,
No comparison between "now" and "then."
Hear the hammer. See the nails, as innocent blood tastes our own medicine. We did the crime. He did the time. Bang goes the gavel. The verdict awaits.
Will we have a taste of our own medicine or a taste of grace?
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