In this whatever generation
contracts have all but lost
their meaning.
They are flimsy things
to lose, to shred, to flippantly
ignore, or break.
We love the loophole
and hate the fine print unless
it serves us.
My meticulously composed
contracts are rarely read
before they’re signed.
The giveaway is always
the blank stare or, Huh? What?
whenever I raise some salient point
clearly stated therein.
But that response won’t work
in the courts of heaven.
God is old school. His contract
cannot be lost, or shredded.
Ignore or break the particulars
at your own risk.
Don’t lie. Don’t steal. Don’t neglect
to keep all the commandments
or else.
Sign this agreement? Yes!
Nevertheless, one warning:
it’s useless to look for loopholes.
And, lest we forget
God’s contract is a living organism
unlike any we’ve ever seen.
It’s amended by Grace—Grace,
complete with a new bill of rights
for the redeemed,
giving the forgiven a free pass
into the Holy of Holies
granting us direct access to
the King of Kings.
And the old law?
Perfectly satisfied
by the only one qualified
to sign the dotted line.
Exodus 20:1–17