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Reprobate ... satire


Romans 1:28 

28 And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a debased mind, to do those things which are not fitting;

 

Existence in hypocrisy

 

“Death as a doornail” ... thinking they are breathing

“Forms of existing” travel on through dominations

Blinded by the desires that in every corner lurch

Thinking of this as spiritual in their comprehension

 

Glued into a destination to the hunger of their minds

Led by emotion that are ruling their every day

Satisfied and happy lost in their state of confusion

bringing their sacrifices to the god that they’ve made

 

Justifying everything as of “God’s call” they prosper

Selling door to door the imaginations of the minds

Buying and trading the Grace that is freely given

To folks of their choosing to make them their own kind

 

Existing examples of the curse that is on mankind

Having little conscience for it hardened long ago

Never realizing that this is of their own making

Reprobate of mind not understanding their own

 

Building God an altar on promises that are broken

from the money that was made at the expense of the Cross

God ought to be happy with the intentions of their desires

although they’re flawed because they’re their own boss

 

The Lord ought to be happy with the fruit of this effort

“I did the best I could” in the framework of their mind

I even led God’s spirit in the direction of where I’m going

and that is my righteousness and you think that I’m blind?

 

I am not like the world ... I really beg to differ

I am meaning very well as in life I struggle on

I even help the poor as of my food they’re eating

although they’re just the crumbs leftover from the prom

 

Yes I am satisfied and so the Lord must be

Everybody sins some but I try to do what’s right

Forever I’m forgiven ... yep that’s in the bible

and I can live the way I want and that with all my might

 

Jan Wienen

 

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