Two men in a box
A cube of some sort
Words from the Father
Heard, without retort
Puzzled and distorted
Souls broken and bent
Both are the same
Unrighteous, I meant
Twain both residing
What makes the change?
From lost to now pardoned
A new heart, in exchange
One leaves the box
In forgiveness, how odd?
What made the difference?
Well amazed, it was GOD
You see, it’s HIS will
That cures of this pox
For GOD is still GOD
Even in your box
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