Poetry

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The god of mammon adored in sundry pulpits:
This that binds the nations waiting that brimstone-pit!
Though the great whore Babylon, Rome, may hell offer,
Her merchandise: the cults as sellers, canvassers;
With sundry kings, nations: preys or accomplices;
Her fornication wine, gulped to their recesses.
This whore-Rome, whose cup now brimmed with iniquity,
The Church invades along with illuminati.
They both now spiritually killing the prophets
With ‘prosperity’ teachings bogusly fed them.
Crept in unawares, doing fouled biz brazenly,
Making merchandise of the brethren shamelessly;
Sound doctrine and weightier matters undermining,
Yet, the pews want it so ‘cause of flesh, ears itching.
Teachers feeding their lust, they have indeed heaped up;
Mammon of unrighteousness both worship head-on!
Having turned ears away from the truth, sound doctrine;
And fables turned, no more watching unto all things!
By smooth words and fair speeches hearts they trap and clutch.
O filthy lucre, ‘belly’s sake’, which dents the Church!
Like Balaam, greedily these are running for gain,
Error that turned into hell then and will again!
They serve not the Lord but their bellies that are such;
Orpahs within are they; bringing Moab to the Church.
But the Ruths focused would be, God never failing:
So, Christ Church onward march, hell gates not prevailing.
These Ruths who seek first God’s Kingdom, its righteousness,
The Root of Jesse and His riches in glory,
And who set no affection on things of this world,
But gets them as God’s additions as says the Word!
Additions to meet needs, needs so Spirit-defined,
And not flesh-approved or to be lust fed or lined.
For Orpahs seek the additions, needs them in droves,
With affections set on them; not on things above.
But they who things up yon do seek, things here abhor.
Onward! Would see the City with foundation sure.
Now, shall these no more run as men beating the air;
Or pulling with them this sick world’s ‘Vanity Fair’.
O you pilgrims, you that are heavenly bound, Watch!
Mammon may drive the world out there, but not the Church.
The Church of Christ can’t love another root; never:
This mammon-god, strange to her Then, Now and Ever!

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