The Swindler’s Story of Grace
By Curtis Jones
Love wasn’t easily accepted by the religious elite,
Cause it’s not so neat, it’s kinda jagged,
It dwells with our shredded hearts frayed and ragged,
Pursues us with love songs when we’re unattractive,
True Love loves the burnt out addicts,
The gangsta rap fanatics, the divorced and repackaged,
The drunks and the helpless, the lesbians and faggots,
The foolish actress with bi-sexual habits,
Consumers of explicit lyrics and pornographics,
Lives that look like hair tangled in a winding axis,
And people scarred by life like motorcycle crashes,
God loves abortionist and terrorist, the depressed and the embarrassed,
The ugly like the fairest, the well rounded like the squarest,
He writes on hearts like tablets, draws all men unto his magnet+
The tortoise and the rabbit, the simplistic and elaborate,
Death stings like yellow jackets, ‘til religion fades like plastic,
Eternal love for all’s fantastic, even though we couldn’t grasp it,
Now hearts get impacted like tennis balls to racquets,
When preachers kick excessive smoke like nicotine patches,
He said I came to love the lost, follow me employ these tactics,
If they don’t love like this, you’re pickin fruits, Ouch, from a cactus,
That’s why John the Baptist said these trees were made for axes,
They want a truth beneath the shell, and the scriptures easily crack this,
The swindlers story of grace, chapter nine, will easily back this,
Christ came to hang His hat with those cheaters, who swindle taxes,
Now the holy and the healthy said His love was malpractice,
But the Great Physician said I came to love the wrecked and ravished,
And those who you say are way below the average,
I’ll take their sins upon me with the lashes and the gashes,
With undeserving love, I will do it in my passion,
But if you keep trying to burn them with your little pack of matches,
I make the final call and I can give you what you’ve practiced,
If your life has nothing tragic, then keep moving on like traffic,
Make peace or attack it, every tongue will say it’s matchless,
You build a heaven for 3 people cause you’re having mental lapses,
But they were not in need of love, and so they called love blasphemous,
The perfect ones said, Stay away from them maggots,
Build higher walls, accept no trash, and no baggage,
They can all go to Hell, while we’re living here lavish,
But there was one outside the walls, and He’s nicknamed savage,
Knocking on the doors, and He’s knocking in His madness, saying,
Let me dine with you, and eat with you, as I do with these prostitutes,
I give the undeserving more than you, cause they receive good news as actual,
You only hear the message as factual, for the purpose of exclusion,
It was never meant for that, the proud devised that mass confusion,
For God so loved the whole world, He underwent the bruisin,
Still the arrogant rage, and plot a vain illusion,
He who sits in the heavens laughs, and finds it all amusing,
Those of your exclusion have been found in my inclusion,
You flay my flesh with the holy hatred that you’re using,
Give it up please, you’re no better than the least of these,
First and foremost they’re My children, My children,
Confidence in religious effort, is no foundation for building,
Trust the forgiveness of sins, because it’s covering you like sealant,
But don’t hoard it to yourself, because it’s for the nations healing,
So sinners flocked to Love, cause they perceived in Him the real thing,
Unconditional Love was attractive and appealing,
He accepts the wobbling and the tilting,
Mixed feelings and the guilty,
Those who think their prayers bounce back off the steel ceiling,
No, no, no, I hear you son, I hear you daughter,
Life without you is my death, and therefore I was slaughtered,
I was already on the line, before you ever thought of callin,
Prepared the best solution, before you knew there was a problem,
I loved you more than life, and that’s why I was martyred,
They were fighting me, although I never even fought ‘em,
Some imagine me a tyrant yelling, “7 times hotter,”
Some will tell ya that I came, just to drop you in the lava,
Nothing upon nothing upon nothing is stretched farther,
The truth is that I came here to show ya that I love ya,
Death wants to steal your life, but I’ll serve him up proper,
My death will eat his death, like a little peach cobbler,
He’s snappin at my heals, like a little red lobster,
But I’ll crush his head, and make it just a little bit softer,
The insults of them insulting you fell upon the Father,
The truth is that I came here to show ya, that I love ya,
I’m closer to you than your very own saliva,
The word is in your mouth, yes it’s already inside ya,
I knew your everything before you ever wore a diaper,
And you spiritually poor have a Kingdom with my Papa,
Love wins.
By Curtis Jones
Love wasn’t easily accepted by the religious elite,
Cause it’s not so neat, it’s kinda jagged,
It dwells with our shredded hearts frayed and ragged,
Pursues us with love songs when we’re unattractive,
True Love loves the burnt out addicts,
The gangsta rap fanatics, the divorced and repackaged,
The drunks and the helpless, the lesbians and faggots,
The foolish actress with bi-sexual habits,
Consumers of explicit lyrics and pornographics,
Lives that look like hair tangled in a winding axis,
And people scarred by life like motorcycle crashes,
God loves abortionist and terrorist, the depressed and the embarrassed,
The ugly like the fairest, the well rounded like the squarest,
He writes on hearts like tablets, draws all men unto his magnet+
The tortoise and the rabbit, the simplistic and elaborate,
Death stings like yellow jackets, ‘til religion fades like plastic,
Eternal love for all’s fantastic, even though we couldn’t grasp it,
Now hearts get impacted like tennis balls to racquets,
When preachers kick excessive smoke like nicotine patches,
He said I came to love the lost, follow me employ these tactics,
If they don’t love like this, you’re pickin fruits, Ouch, from a cactus,
That’s why John the Baptist said these trees were made for axes,
They want a truth beneath the shell, and the scriptures easily crack this,
The swindlers story of grace, chapter nine, will easily back this,
Christ came to hang His hat with those cheaters, who swindle taxes,
Now the holy and the healthy said His love was malpractice,
But the Great Physician said I came to love the wrecked and ravished,
And those who you say are way below the average,
I’ll take their sins upon me with the lashes and the gashes,
With undeserving love, I will do it in my passion,
But if you keep trying to burn them with your little pack of matches,
I make the final call and I can give you what you’ve practiced,
If your life has nothing tragic, then keep moving on like traffic,
Make peace or attack it, every tongue will say it’s matchless,
You build a heaven for 3 people cause you’re having mental lapses,
But they were not in need of love, and so they called love blasphemous,
The perfect ones said, Stay away from them maggots,
Build higher walls, accept no trash, and no baggage,
They can all go to Hell, while we’re living here lavish,
But there was one outside the walls, and He’s nicknamed savage,
Knocking on the doors, and He’s knocking in His madness, saying,
Let me dine with you, and eat with you, as I do with these prostitutes,
I give the undeserving more than you, cause they receive good news as actual,
You only hear the message as factual, for the purpose of exclusion,
It was never meant for that, the proud devised that mass confusion,
For God so loved the whole world, He underwent the bruisin,
Still the arrogant rage, and plot a vain illusion,
He who sits in the heavens laughs, and finds it all amusing,
Those of your exclusion have been found in my inclusion,
You flay my flesh with the holy hatred that you’re using,
Give it up please, you’re no better than the least of these,
First and foremost they’re My children, My children,
Confidence in religious effort, is no foundation for building,
Trust the forgiveness of sins, because it’s covering you like sealant,
But don’t hoard it to yourself, because it’s for the nations healing,
So sinners flocked to Love, cause they perceived in Him the real thing,
Unconditional Love was attractive and appealing,
He accepts the wobbling and the tilting,
Mixed feelings and the guilty,
Those who think their prayers bounce back off the steel ceiling,
No, no, no, I hear you son, I hear you daughter,
Life without you is my death, and therefore I was slaughtered,
I was already on the line, before you ever thought of callin,
Prepared the best solution, before you knew there was a problem,
I loved you more than life, and that’s why I was martyred,
They were fighting me, although I never even fought ‘em,
Some imagine me a tyrant yelling, “7 times hotter,”
Some will tell ya that I came, just to drop you in the lava,
Nothing upon nothing upon nothing is stretched farther,
The truth is that I came here to show ya that I love ya,
Death wants to steal your life, but I’ll serve him up proper,
My death will eat his death, like a little peach cobbler,
He’s snappin at my heals, like a little red lobster,
But I’ll crush his head, and make it just a little bit softer,
The insults of them insulting you fell upon the Father,
The truth is that I came here to show ya, that I love ya,
I’m closer to you than your very own saliva,
The word is in your mouth, yes it’s already inside ya,
I knew your everything before you ever wore a diaper,
And you spiritually poor have a Kingdom with my Papa,
Love wins.
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