Church of God's Love (7th Day)/COG7

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A poem about our times

What’s accepted as the norm hurts us

Immorality always does

Pornography is sold with bread, petrol and protractors

Children are lawfully helped to abort their babes on the quiet

Foolish parents meanwhile open wide their daughters’ bedrooms

Callous males play with heart strings to get their benefits on the side

We’re all cheapened

 

The ‘great’ night of television viewing ahead

Spying on the smutty lives in the house

Filling our minds with dark murders and sex crimes

Being lulled into a false sense of security about sexual deviancy and the occult

Laughing at rebelliousness and sacrilegiousness in cartoon

It seems they are giving us what we want

Is that what we’ve become – where’s honour, where’s self-respect?

 

The official line is that God’s word can’t be believed

In its place - a fanciful theory of Mr Nobody

No one made the complex universe

Life accidentally arose

And such a theory, from scientists, who often fail to predict today’s weather

Yet we swallow the line that they know how things happened billions of years ago – Huh!

Hope is killed

 

A strong and wonderful everlasting hope exists right under our noses

But dying, hopeless and depressed people are soothed by sporting heroes.

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