Lost and Found

They roast marshmallows in Hell's fire,
Singing love songs of a heretical devotion.
They are the Lost and Found.
Lingering in a limbo of a faint awareness far from the embrace of The One searching for them.
They court wolves dressed in the camouflage of universal grace,
Wolves whose fangs drip the blood of the ever-guilty thinking that shallow confessions after a few alter steps was all The Race required.
Forget His instruction!
Forget His lordship!
Forget His lashes!
Forget Him...
Jesus you can keep your sacrifice and your preaching,
While these tares are steadily reaching,
for cliches such as "Blessed and Highly Favored,"
Or speaking of a sacrificial, blood-rich Love that drew islands into nations.
All while hoping Your hardest words in the bible were the scribblings of some mad Hebrew,
Grace is the gift You give a heart You've turned to seek You.