It’s been thrown out.
What? you ask. Is it important?
Of course, but no one’s perfect.
It’s our excuse to sin in Christ
And movement is slower
Until we stop, and suddenly
We’re going back.
Wait, you say. What’s thrown out?
You never answered, and I’m still confused.
Your honor, and Christ inside, replies.
You’ve given up, and choose to stagnate as resort.
But I thought we’re free in Christ, you say.
And you are, but how will you use that freedom?
Will you turn around and chain yourself back up?
Christ can’t free you if you choose the stocks
And no one’s gonna yank you out of your grim demise
You have to do it yourself.
But I choose life! you say, with conviction like a sponge
And I strive for happiness in the knowledge of my Savior.
Well, knowledge won’t save you. Sorry, friend.
Good thoughts never healed a man.
When you know that you’re saved, and you Love the Savior
And you offer up yourself wholly- well, let’s digress.
I suppose you’d have to be holy to be Him, and never sin.
And since you’re not, you’re gonna die without your soul clean.
But wait…there must be more to Christianity than headwork…right?
Are sluggish philosophers saved by brilliant epiphanies?
I should hope that we’d give all and more than what God asks;
Which includes, but is not limited to:
You.
Be a coward now.
Try to justify your heart by meaningless arguments.
Rip the Bible out of context-shove it in my face.
Use your lies to make yourself feel better.
It’s only gonna land you in a mudpit
And you’ll have to help yourself.
Cuz I, along with God
Got thrown out.
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