Clue 'Kluxless' Christians
You're surviving on milk but not baby my friend,
If you never eat meat, it's a joke to pretend
That your ego's poetic!
Your fool's soul's diabetic!
Yours a comatose bliss (that's not real) at the end.
Friend Ku's radioactive, MAN-made, hence unstable,
You've not studied the Bible, yourself? It's a fable
That a monkey turns Christian,
That God's Truth's a suggestion,
For humility MARKS souls of those in His stable!
Faith's not bending the life of the fallen to Gods
(You imagine) you're pleasing, just think of the odds
A true God needs your help,
He's a service like YELP,
To seek Him gives those aid who dare drop all facades.
To need 'clue' means your lost, 'klux' cannot start a fire,
Though you dress in white sheets, it's external attire,
Yours are water-soaked logs
A fool's stale monologues,
You've a voice, but not pundit, man's role is God's choir.
To be full of yourself might just mean you're depraved,
To be full of God's spirit more sign that you're saved,
To judge others not your lot,
More a warning of soul's rot,
It's in love that I whisper "Be better behaved!"
May 22 of 2019
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2019
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