Done Deal

Where God's decree is sung,
"Done, done, done," by His mighty tongue,
Mankind whispers, "might, might, might,"
In the shadows of doubt, they take their flight.

Love, we have been made complete and pure,
Yet man seeks to amend a cure,
Flesh presented to God as a prize,
Human hands, the ultimate, realized.

In Christ, God sought to seal a new kin,
From Adam's line, a new life begins,
Yet we plead, "Give us time, we'll repair,"
Ignoring Christ’s toiling as despair.

When God proclaims, "It's done, complete,"
We counter, "Perhaps, in time, we'll meet,"
But grasp this truth, unwavering and real,
In God's love, we're saved, sanctified, sealed.

Saved, pure, holy, by His Grace,
Perfected, sanctified, in before His face,
Heed His word, His deal,
For in His love, it’s real.