Thanks

A stone of stumbling,
and a rock of offense.

Oh how attractive the proposition
To bandage this bloody faith, removing all chances to stumble and offensive pretense

It can't be done and still remain
The way toward heaven, the Lord's righteous domain.

Tethered not to the gospel, the story loses it's flavor
Devoid of absolute Truth, power of redemption, our bloody, beaten Savior

The One who decided to go His Father's way
Was anything but weak by the end of that day

He held nothing back and gave it all
For those who'd become the giants of our faith and also for the small

With my belly filled and perceived satisfaction in place
I should rather be focused on Him, His pain, His face

The ultimate Thanksgiving meal was served up that day
May we ever feast on His blood, His body, for it is the only way

Thank you most definitely for the premier Thanksgiving feast
To redeem this man, who more often resembles a beast

This is offensive and I pray it remains to be
For this offense, the price was paid and I've been set free