APOSTASIA: A PROPHECY THAT'S NOW COMPLETELY FULFILLED!

"For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine;

but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers,

having itching ears;

And they shall turn away their ears from the truth,

and shall be turned unto fables."

(2 Timothy 4:3-4)

APOSTASIA

Pastor, you are just the best

Bringing us all we request:

Fun and frolic, zing and zest,

All that we don't like suppressed!

Feed us milk (and never meat!)

Gently warmed and oh so sweet -

(Nothing salty will we eat!)

We aim to be chaff not wheat!

Speak with smooth words, never rough,

Spare us all that End Times stuff!

Tell it soft, we don't take tough,

Being made of so much fluff!

Ditch the doctrine, that's old hat -

We've had quite enough of that!

It's just not where we are at...

Keep your treasures: we want tat!

We for signs and wonders lust;

Let God's Word grow thick with dust:

We've decided that we must

In new revelation trust!

Pastor, pat us on the back,

Smile, affirm we are on track

To be leaders of the pack

Turning what was white to black!

Dim the light, it hurts our eyes!

Spin us fables: pretty lies

That well serve us for disguise!

We are sold on compromise!

Masks of righteousness we'll wear:

Naked truth we cannot bear!

We'll spread hogwash everywhere:

Strong delusion is our fare!

Armour stripped, in civvies clad,

Death to self we think quite mad;

All our ears are itching bad

To hear tidings solely glad!

Trusting wolves to mind the sheep,

We will shut our eyes and sleep!

To the broad road we will keep...

Lemmings heading for the leap!

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"When the Son of man cometh,

shall he find faith on the earth?"

(Luke 18:8)

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SYNCRETIC INFUSION: AN ODE TO THE 21st. CENTURY "CHURCH"

"Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the ways, and see,

and ask for the old paths, where is the good way,

and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.

But they said, We will not walk therein.

Also I set watchmen over you, saying,

Hearken to the sound of the trumpet.

But they said, We will not hearken."

(Jeremiah 6:16-17)

SYNCRETIC INFUSION

Syncretic infusion,

Truth's rapid extrusion,

The deepest delusion,

Is what gives the people delight!

They heap to them leaders:

Determined tare seeders -

Apostasy breeders,

Who love not the day but the night!

The straight gate abhorring,

The wide way adoring,

The bride is out whoring:

The world's both her lover and friend!

The salt's lost its savour,

Its power to flavour,

Its worth does it waiver:

To uselessness does it descend!

With prideful rejection

Of rightful correction,

They choose a confection

Of flesh-pleasing fables and lies!

With soulish invention,

And sense in suspension,

They've every intention

To ruin the salve with dead flies!

They boast of the blessing

Which they are progressing:

It's all window-dressing,

With nothing of substance behind!

While claiming great vision,

High calling to mission,

They've made the decision

To poke out their eyes and be blind!

The Word they are ditching,

Their ears always itching,

Their loyalty switching 

From that which is right to what's wrong!

Strange fire is burning,

To which they are turning:

They have no discerning

That judgement is coming along!

Syncretic infusion,

Truth's rapid extrusion,

The deepest delusion,

Is what gives the people delight!

They heap to them leaders:

Determined tare seeders -

Apostasy breeders,

Who love not the day but the night!

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"Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary

to send forth a stinking savour."

(Ecclesiastes 10:1)

"But we are all as an unclean thing,

and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags;

and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities,

like the wind, have taken us away."

(Isaiah 64:6)

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