Without Excuse
Wrath poured out on
ungodly men
suppressing truth
by their actions.
Makes himself known,
clearly perceived
in things plain seen:
His strength, nature.
Not thanking Him,
we ascribe worth,
praise the creature.
Without excuse,
we understand
praise and honor
are required
but misdirected.
We create gods,
glorify them:
things created
with our own hands.
Therefore, our God
hands us over
to our own lusts:
“Give chase!” He says.
Though you may seek,
you will not find.
Emptiness and
despair await.
Even worse still,
though we full know
practicing such
does deserve death,
we not only
do all these things
but also give
approval to
those who likewise
do so as well.
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Really, just musing on, and a recasting of, Romans 1:18-32
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