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Nothing new under the son


Ecclesiastes 1:9 New English Translation (NET Bible)

9 What exists now is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done;
there is nothing truly new on earth.

 

No wonder the world is smiling at our lack-less efforts

We are deeply disappointed, as we sense, not to be admired

We were so much better off when hatred was our comfort

As though we understood the right path “for Christ on fire.”

 

Western civilization seems pretty sick inside

Values disintegrated in the hunger for comfort

At whoever’s expense, almost everyone tries

To get ahead in whatever form of success of sorts

 

The “almighty” dollar has no real value

It is the love of money that drives iniquity

Selfishness and greed now accepted as a virtue

As darkness tries to overpower Light’s true liberty

 

Now it appears clearly that history, itself, is repeating.

The dark ages descended again, bringing the mid-evil

The truth being choked out by man’s concerted reasoning

To make its science god again, offering its illusionary free-bees

 

Jan Wienen

 

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