The Gospel's Dance

In whispers soft as morning dew,
Yet vast as skies in endless blue,
The gospel sings a truth divine,
Both simple thread and grand design.

Its heart is clear: come, taste, and see,
A Savior's love, from sin set free.
No labyrinth of thought to roam,
It calls the weary wanderer home.

Yet depths unfold, like oceans wide,
Where complex truths in glory hide.
Not human schemes, nor mortal art,
But sovereign grace that stirs the heart.

No shared or mutual grace we find,
But God’s own will, unearned, unkind
To pride that seeks to claim a share—
His mercy reigns, beyond compare.

The Word itself, with power alive,
Speaks, and the dead in Christ revive.
No need for theories’ tangled maze,
Scripture’s light burns through the haze.

So let the gospel’s anthem soar,
A simple call, yet so much more.
In grace alone, its truth stands tall,
The sovereign song that saves us all.