Not All Accepted It

A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens

I may not be the best,
Not high above the rest,
But I am not below the others here.

There are times all lose the way.
But all can return, if they may.
Nothing hinders you from drawing near.

All are the same in His eyes,
All worth the same penalty,
And He paid the same price.

None condemned more,
For none less salvation.
All equally unequal to heaven.

For all did He die,
Only Him, in His grace, knew why,
And to all He held out His gift.

Only one difference there be,
And this difference is key:
Not all accepted it.

~Joy Aletheia Stevens