"War Dancing"
I went to church – they danced around,
And whooped things up in ways profound,
Which said as much as one could think,
“He’s not of us – we’d never sink –Into such depths – depravity
On wheels – why, can’t you clearly see?
We’re into holiness – by grace;
At least put on successful face.”It’s not about their holiness,
Or lack thereof – their bitterness
Is Babel-driven – “Keep stout those walls,”
Christ says to us, “they’re there because –“Its Father’s gift to wayward men
And women – each within a pen
Of folks with minds attuned alike –
God at the center sets things right.“For with their allergies to each,
They’re slowed right down; like whales, they’re beached;
It buys them time to smarten up,
Not trash the place” – a little rough –But hey, it works – Apostles go
Across the bounds, no boundaries know,
But leave those walls intact so each
Whale without God stays firmly beached.Thanks Lord for this.
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