Untitled Poem

[LeviWolstrom† 0]

This poem has appeared elsewhere (FFC and my blog) but I thought it wouldn't hurt anything to post it here, as well. This is actually a compilation of two different poems that had a similar theme.

 

 

They dwell in shadow, gloom and dusk,

Find shelter in the night,

And burrow in the deepest pits,

Embracing darkness, shunning light.

 

While dressed in soiled robes they sing,

Ignoring scarlet stains.

Deceived by demons’ soothing words

They do not see their iron chains.

 

These squatters in the house of God

Have learned the phrase to sell.

With poisoned words they tickle ears

And coax the seekers into hell.

 

“God will forgive,” the oft-used cry

Recited by each man.

“I know I stumble, but I try!

God loves me just the way I am.”

 

“I’m covered by His blood,” they say,

But will God hide His face

From wicked deeds of faithless men?

Will He spare “sinners saved by grace”?

 

The Lord in Heaven sends His saints

To walk upon the earth

Instructing them to light the way

Escaping darkness, a new birth.

 

Declaring holiness they come,

“Repent!” is their decree.

The sinners screech, prepare to fight

A battle ‘twixt the slave and free.

 

“You heretic!” The rally cry.

“Liar! Fraud! Apostate!”

The saints stand firm, their Lord protects

From cornered sinners’ deeds of hate.

 

We will press on; the time is short,

Unless the Lord delay

And choose to rescue one last soul

Before that blessed eternal Day.