Pastel God
(in our image we have made Him)
We’ve painted God a soft pastel
To blend with our décor
His eyes no longer burn with fire
We don’t fear Him anymore
No more talk of blood-red sin
No more talk of hell
No fear of God resides in us
His commandments we dispel
The bloody path to
We’ve chosen to ignore
Material gain we gladly embrace
While our crosses remain on the floor
Allured by New Age philosophies
Which exalt and esteem only self
We leave the Truth for hollow lies
While His Word gathers dust on the shelf
The promises of God are packaged
And sold, like charms in a pastel box
We quote them proudly and they tickle us pink
While we blindly forget what they cost
In believing only part of the Truth
What we fail to fully perceive
Is the dangerous trade, we have just made
And in the end it’s a lie we believe
We’ve painted God a soft pastel
To blend with our décor
His eyes no longer burn with fire
We don’t fear Him anymore
05.06.06
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