Good enough ...

Satire

 

Job 35:8 

Your wickedness affects only a person like yourself,
and your righteousness only other people.

 

God saved us from little ... if we don’t know who we are.

The price paid by Jesus was then … a bargain at best.

Where there is little forgiven … there is little love.

What we see today seems … a watered-down simple test.

 

What do we have to offer then … somewhere a little mercy?

A little love to share … with someone who is desperate?

Filled with judgment … are we really then the better

than most the folks we meet ... as they appear inadequate?

 

To become a hypocrite … does not take much work.

It is already in us … from before we were saved.

Full of guile and misgivings … we struggle in the dark

where one-eye is king … as we enjoy being enslaved.

 

Wallowing in the mire … rising to the top

drinking the foam and sludge … partaking of the Flood.

Then justified we sink again … in the pool of depravity

with the ones who like us … are up to little good.

 

What is there left to say what has not been said before?

What is there left to do ... but for the eyes to open?

Particularly our own … which are possibly blind indeed

by self-imposed convictions … cemented by our moping.

 

Everyone is to blame but me … the devil made me do it.

You don’t think I’m like that … you must be kidding.

You know that my good is good enough … if there is a heaven

I’ll be there for who I am … and that won’t be hidden.

 

“Your righteousness the Son of Man” ... justifying the flesh?

You truly believe … that works will get you where?

The place where God resides … maybe you are right

for every knee shall bow ... as judgment finds you there.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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