Crown Your Faith With Doubt
Self-certainty is sweet like sugar (drug of choice for ‘human race’),
its bloated, fake-blond, cotton logic, never does reveal its face.
Masks lure men to their death, use phantom sensuality to dupe.
The ‘ship of state’ gets smashed on rocks while ponce-in-chief tweets crap from poop!
Let doubt preserve your sanity! Be cautious; you should doubt me too!
But wisdom’s not all happy endings; ‘real joy’ whispers what is true.
Responsibility’s the answer; guarantees aren’t part of life!
So, think of this if you get married, love your queen but see your wife.
Doubt’s filter screens all Gods worth spit, for false Gods season ground like leaves!
Do doubt or questions blemish Faith or prove one’s faithful who believes,
who trusts real God’s a God that loves you (Who is faithful though life ends)?
Lacks certainty? Faith must! But grok that trust’s the glue that binds all friends!
While “doubt” can bless a faithful heart, all “certainty” PROVES ’Faith’ is dead,
though wise man’s foot rests on ‘gas pedal,’ foolish cry, “Full steam ahead!”
Distinguish truth from whorish magic; magic’s mists hide what is real;
the masters of its art fool senses, hope to gain from its appeal.
The Christ (I worship) died to model ‘Love’ that shows true selflessness,
His brotherhood with all creation (owning this helps life’s distress)!
The Bible, Science, Seasons, Grace are all provisions ‘from above’
and clay can never be the potter! ‘Doubt’ but ‘trust’ that God is LOVE.
Brian Johnston
July 19 of 2017 (Revised November 17 of 2020)
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