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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