Blind Guides

A lack of vision is a peril
Like a pilot flying blind
Unseeing and unknowing
He will crash with his kind
When blind spiritual guides
Lead by their gut instincts
They feel their way to riches
Tottering at the precincts
Living the night’s dream
Dancing around Hell’s rim
The Spirit offers eye salve
A balm for this blindness to
The Word in its fullness
He stands fully rejected
His truth is not needed
No cure then for this fever
Mere truth causes a shiver
Then a shrug for all’s well
‎With the wily wealth-meter



Importance Of Revelation – Cain & Abel


Two religious men were called of God to offer a sacrifice. They both did so earnestly. One sacrifice was accepted and the other was rejected.

Abel offered an animal for his sacrifice. Cain, the ultimate vegetarian, offered fruits and vegetables.

Abel’s altar was messy and bloody. Cain’s altar was beautiful and succulent. God chose the ‘dirty’ altar over the ‘clean’ one.

How did Abel know that blood was the essence of the sacrifice? How did he know that without blood, there would be no remission of sins? He knew this by faith – a revelation.

Cain had no revelation. He worshipped God by his mental deduction – which was wrong.

Sincerity and religiosity without a true understanding of the Word is like a well without water or a cloud without rain.

The Good Adversary

There once lived a woman
Who spoke ill of nobody
And for each enemy she
Had something good to say
Still her friends thought
There was a chink in her
Armour of goody-goody
And so they asked ‎gleefully
What do you think ‎of Satan
To their shock she described
The villain as a good adversary
Think deeply and you will agree
There is good and evil in that tree
Even the evil works out God’s plan
For the trials of the Christian work
Like a mill to finely grind ‎out
The Divine purpose on earth
Knowing this-we can say with
The Spirit that all things work
Together for our good ‎and His glory

Agree With Your Adversary

Agree with your Adversary
While you are on the way
Before you call it a day
Don’t let the sun go down
On the unresolved dispute
Because the wronged will be
Seething with hot stew-rage
And will devour like porridge
If perchance he escalates
The matter to a higher authority
Then your latter end will be worse
Fines and penalties are the price
Defaulters pay to keep the peace

Life From The Dead


All that live feed on the dead
Something dies for you to live
If all live you can never thrive
When we savour we devour
Food comes from the not so good
Practice of killing-herbs expire
And animals to give us a new lease
If the sustenance of natural life
Comes from substitutionary death
Then why is the deadly idea rife
That our spiritual life depends
On a bloodless set of commandments
Religion without an atonement ‎ends
In a farce-like you can live on only oxygen
Man shall not live by bread alone-wheat dies
But the Word of God which became flesh
And died too in order that you may rise
To seize the prize of eternally sustained Life

One Thing Thou Lackest


One thing thou lackest was said
By Christ to the rich young ruler
Who kept all the Mosaic laws
A‎nd thought he was free from flaws
Being a protégé of his denomination
Devout and worthy of admiration
But his piety only brought him amity
From friends on earth and hearth
He knew he did not have the true Life
And sought a remedy for his malady
The prescription of Doctor Jesus was dire
An immediate fire sale of self-denial
And acceptance of the Word‎ of the hour
This rich young ruler was filled with ire
It was too great a price to leave his seat
As a sterling scion of the Synagogue
For fame and fortune he beat a retreat
What would it cost you in today’s terms
To walk in the weather-worn narrow way
And follow the prophesied truth of the day
Come what may, you must pay the price
To be Christ’s Bride and stand at His Side


Doubt Not The Light


If it is folly to take a silver spoon
To scoop out the mighty ocean
If it would be torment and not a boon
To attempt the endless and thankless
Think again when you doubt the Word
That made the great galaxies above
Which was trusted by those who trod
The preceding paths of our faith
If prophecies could not be stale
Nor visions decay and lose fission
But remained active till time of fruition
Then buoyed by joy we believe
And see miracles exploding before us
Accept Light and fight not the right
Any Icarus that challenges the Son Light
Will be melted for his thankless meddling
And be consumed after judgement’s dawning