Drink
We are not objective when it serves us.
Weighing scripture carefully, thoughtfully.
Yes, it hurts,
it stabs with two-jagged sides.
But, what is its worth?
It gets all of us
blasphemers, idol worshippers, adulterers,
thieves, liars, coveters, pleasure-seekers
and the lot.
It hurts…it hurts.
It helps,
it moves us
away from danger
He saves us,
heals us through purification of truth.
We don’t want the angels circling,
saying,
“Woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth…”
Instead, I’d rather be invited
into His kingdom,
oh how precious those jewels, those riches
that we gave up
in order to have it all.
Guess what? You can have it all!
Not the sad imitation, impression, bare bones,
but the great euphoria of the highest heaven.
We’ll bow.
We will all bow.
Some will bow in great delight.
The rest, in great remorse.
The test is now.
It is not a trick.
Right now, God is an open book.
Take a look, long as if thirsty,
unregrettably searching
for that
which you would sell all for.
Don’t sell your soul to whoever you think your god is.
Instead submit to the One who made you
and longs to give you true and abiding everlasting love.
Drink!
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