Work Unfinished

He was denied and crucified, so in Him we can abide,

Confide and survive in our fallen state; as Satan’s bait.

As a hungry lion, restless yet still, the Devil lies in wait,

To dine on dust and seasoned prey blind to his ways. 

Easily filleted.  Now enslaved.  The flock is ushered to their grave.   

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Satan stays and takes aim

when not rebuked in the Lord’s name,

His game, to entice The Ordained with power and fame.   

Sheep transformed and follow unrestrained

when authority and wisdom are proclaimed.  Deceived.

The Ordained preach, “Your dreams can be achieved

if you just pray and believe.”  How Naïve.  They grieve. 

Now corrupt.  Faith bankrupt, nowhere to be seen. 

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Faith is the currency of this Christian life I lead.

It provides fertile soil for grace to breed. 

Otherwise, my gaping wounds would continue to bleed. 

Most inflicted by my Christian community. 

They rationalize the pain they cause,

Citing my speck, dismissing their log.

 

Grace for them is something to discuss,

In theory only, but never to trust. 

Men of Faith display their grace
High above in a trophy case.