Lord please restore to us the comfort of merit and demerit. Show us that there is at least something we can do. Tell us that at the end of the day there will at least be one redeeming card of our very own. Lord if it is not too much to ask send us to bed with a few shreds of self-respect upon which we can congratulate ourselves. But whatever you do do not preach grace. Give us something to do anything but spare us the indignity of this indiscriminate acceptance.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.