The “Arm Chair Quarterback” makes the plays with his fat pork.

And rails against the legs of those who fiercely play the sport.

He’s at a loss to cause a win.  He only uses noise.

And those who play with all their heart gain money from those boys.

There’s ones who rail and cuss all day, and gather against the Lord,

They’re much like they who sit to watch and yell in one accord.

They ridicule, chide, and mock, at those eternally bound souls.

As though they too could pick it up and winsome walk the coals.

“The players rustle all their might, yet they are men like us.”

“So too these folk, these ‘righteous folk’ who preach at me, ‘You must’.”

They testify that all the work the Christians hold so dear,

Is just a noise the players make.  “They win because we cheer.”

By His Grace.