The Elect

The righteous pagans cursed our easy grace.
We shrugged and smiled and knew salvation well.
Looking our wounded savior in the face,
the righteous pagans cursed our easy grace.
We strolled away—a calm, unhurried pace—
and were pleased when we heard their fury swell.
The righteous pagans cursed our easy grace?
We shrugged and smiled—and knew salvation well.