She thought that her beauty,
Could win His true favour,
She thought that her riches,
Could buy purest life,
She thought that her hard work,
Could purchase an invite,
To wonderful blessings and eternal life.
There at the gate,
A herald stared blankly,
And said to the woman,
“You’ve made a mistake!,
Not beauty, nor riches,
Not hard work or failure,
Is ever enough to purchase a Bride.”
Reeling, she stumbled,
Confused and redundant,
Sick to her stomach,
She’d strived all her life!
The herald proclaimed a marvelous new feature,
“The price of the future’s already been paid!
Pure blood is the payment,
And though no one is righteous,
One went forth from Brilliance,
A through love life gave.”
Seeing her error,
She cried for His pardon,
She laid down dark actions,
And picked up His grace.
