New creation

 Redemption deception 

Would the redemption could

open men's eyes

To the finer things

To which they were formerly

Blind

Perhaps in time

Some an eternity

Show me more of the

New creation

Not the continuing

Of shooting moccasins

And white tails

And foxes 

And rattlers

Of continuing in your

Former instinct 

It stinks. I'm perplexed

Why God's elect

Selects 

What purpose is a

Snake

But for target practice

Glad the rest 

Of Gods creation

Doesn't have to abide

By their selection

We'd all be in a frying

Pan