A poem by  Azoribe Soc Da Nations

We appear
Hands pointing up,
He is there
Asking what's up?

We complain
He explains
Again we complain
Yet He explains.
He loves,
Proved by problems He solves
On Jesus were His demand curves
He shoulders the one He loves!
Our worship
Haphazard
Fellowship we
Each with a placard.
Us: "Give us laws"
"We can keep"
God: "Consider my blood"
"It wasn't cheap"
Yet He is faithful
Even to the ungrateful,
The spiteful,
That grumble.
Every little thing
They sin.
I clean.