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Isn’t It Slightly Strange?
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Probing Questions Isn’t it slightly strange that pagans believe that we are deranged?
Our faith built on The Eternal Rock is the one that the pagans mock.
Anything mentioned about our Lord by most people is quickly ignored.
Even though the message we herald changed forever the entire world.
The calendar even changed in years at the time The Savior appeared.
From The Word we know the end, while you sit there lost my friend.
If God’s Truth is such a lie, why did eleven Apostles willingly die?
If faith creates such derision why are so many men drawn to religion?
Why is the Bible still even read if the very God who wrote it is dead?
If religion is such a sham, why do so many people believe in Abraham?
Friend, why do men from sea to sea pray to our God upon bended knee?
While many others fervently call, on a being who is not a god at all?
Religion itself does not save, for most of them are quite depraved.
If on earth there is no curse, why are things simply getting worse?
Friend you think that I’m deceived for in God alone I have believed.
Through His Blood we have peace, from The Lord that will not cease.
We’ve been spared from His wrath, this is not so on your chosen path.
Since you my friend evolved from sludge you don’t believe in a Judge.
But my friend, there is a God, and on your sludge His foot will trod.
You’re on earth you know not why, believing it’s all over when you die.
Keep scoffing at The Lord and in the end you, by Him, will be ignored.
You say only the weak need God, but you my friend will see His Rod.
His Rod and Staff comfort me but His Rod will cast you into Eternity.
You, who have evolved from the mire, will end up in the Lake of Fire.
I have been washed from all sin by placing all my hope square on Him,
And He prepared a place for me so I can be with Him through Eternity.
But for all the raging heathen who without God wouldn’t be breathing,
God has sound reasoning for sending them to Hell eternally seething.
(Copyright ©07/2004)
I cannot resist commenting on this poem because its message made me so angry. Why do men from sea to sea pray to God upon bended knee? To me this question seems poor justification for a belief in God's existence. They pray because they need some being to rely on in this fast-degenerating world, and so will readily greet the paternalistic idea of a being which oversees us all.
But I ask you, why cannot we look to ourselves instead of forever searching outside for a 'God' to cure our pains and worries? Why can't we rely on our own strength? Your final stanza about people like me going to hell just proves my point. People like you only increase the gorge between 'believers' and 'non-believers', by creating yourselves as pure, Godly saints and the rest of us as evil 'raging heathen'. When will you realise we are all the same; just humble humans all trying to come up with the same answer to the same question?