My dog, I fear, is not of the elect.
Not that she lacks good works (although she does)
For those who value them are not correct
False as the famed Iscariot once was
But rather for her failure (evermore)
To show contrition. A remorseful heart,
Aware of sin, and with that sin selfsore,
Not fearful of the danger or the smart,
But truly inward full of vital grace
Would be sufficient, but it is not there.
She has no sorrow in her inward place
And only cringes from a sudden scare.
Therefore, although a wonderful playmate
I know my dog to be a reprobate.
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