Finality
James 1:27
27 Pure and undefiled religion before God the Father is this:
to care for orphans and widows in their misfortune and to keep oneself
unstained by the world.
Finality
Give me that good old religion ... or give me godliness?
Let me be within myself ... or maybe far beyond
In self dwells no good ... just a form of selfishness
so that in self is no choice ... only death right up front
In the nations of old ... all rules came from the king
If so repented ... he could order all to do his wishes
In the "Modern World" ... when habit orders to sing
most folks swallow their puke out of paper dishes
Some will sing in harmony and some a different tune
We all beat the drum ... to kill the trumpet sound
But one day the rhapsody will in smoke and fumes
sound the final hymn ... as judgment will abound
Jan Wienen
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