A holy gift unearned and so unending;
It heals a world that we all know needs mending
And seals the cracks with which all life is riven.
It is the blessing of an unasked heaven
The joyful news that God himself is sending;
A free-grown grant, no merely mortal lending:
To human souls the necessary leaven.
Yet I am lectured to be born again;
Informed, unless I do just as I'm told
This blessed gift will not be mine to hold
As thus conditioned by the minds of men.
Therefore I have to ask: who gets to choose?
And have you really heard your own Good News?
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