The Older Brother
I once was lost and now I’m saved, the hand
Of God did pluck my soul from hellish pit
To which I ran with all my strength to drown
Myself in walls of rules of I spun and built.
I knelt and prayed in clean white cloth, a cross
Of gold around my neck and feet stripped bare
On holy ground, proclaimed my purity.
But I could not myself to save with hands
Still stained with filth and grime and red and blood,
The crimson drops an endless life destroyed,
By me. And yet ’twas me He came and saved.