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Memo ... satire


Jude 12-13 

12 These men are dangerous reefs at your love feasts, feasting without reverence, feeding only themselves. They are waterless clouds, carried along by the winds; autumn trees without fruit—twice dead, uprooted; 13 wild sea waves, spewing out the foam of their shame; wayward stars for whom the utter depths of eternal darkness have been reserved.

 

 

Memo … satire

 

Memorize a little speech and use the same old notes.

Information from the mind programmed long ago.

Someone took some ideas from someone else’s book.

Made it a vision for the lot to cover cons with pros.

 

The bible simply set truth aside in service curbed.

Take “one” thing and do it well and call yourself complete?

Take the simple by the hand and tell them where to go.

Straight in a line to who knows where with others to compete.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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