We all think we have a good reason
To judge whether God is in season
If this run of race
Is worthy of grace
Or needs to be called out as treason

But if we must take on His part
It shows we are wounded of heart
For when we begrudge
God’s right to judge
We put the horse after the cart

The far better place to begin
Is that we too are slaves to sin
For when I’m set free
I see you in me
And realize we all are akin