Yep, it’s poetry time again. This one is a little different and has absolutely nothing to do with blogging. I am and always have been a firm believer in God and Jesus but am not one to force it down peoples throat. I could never understand those religious zealots who continually try to force their ideals on others and have always felt that they are doing more harm than good.

Too bad that they don’t behave as Jesus did while he was amongst us. The only time that I can remember when he was angry was in Matthew 21:12

And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves,

Other than that, He would go about preaching, and those who would listen did. There was no brow beating and the disciples certainly weren’t in the habit of whipping people into submission.

Anyway, I digress and certainly don’t want to start Bible bashing. Without further ado, I present to you

The Child Of God

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I am a child of God
I am saved for I believe
For those who judge me
Judge not lest thou be judged
For with what judgement ye judge
Ye shall be judged
Fools, know thee that only He judges
For there is no mote in God’s eye
Only He sees clearly to judge

There are many who profess to be saved
They are the haughty fools
Those who judge others
Not knowing their own lives
They raise their placards
Full of hateful slogans
Rather than bring others to God
Their actions turn them away
Better to offer another path
For those finding themselves in strife

Ours is not to force these to believe
But to lead the way in the hope
Those who follow may be saved
Those who do not may not be ready
Their time may not be ripe
And none on earth can judge them
Many are those who believe
Who visit the House of the Lord
They tithe and profess their love of Jesus
On the pedestal that they place themselves
They see not the plight of the needy
That of those less fortunate
When they do stumble upon the homeless
Living in their poverty and filth
They draw back in disgust and horror
And no helping hand is offered

Hypocrites, they are like the Pharisees
And yet even I cannot judge
Not knowing how I would I react
Were I to meet those in need
Even non-believers may offer a helping hand
Yet many live in the fear of salvation
They ban religion from state schools
And crosses are removed from gravesites
On the pretence of offence
Many wrongful acts are committed
And innocents on both sides suffer
Atrocities occur in the name of religion
Yet none by the will of God
Mankind is the root of all evil
For heretics who preach violence
Have a personal agenda
Inflicting pain and death
On infidels and innocent alike
All in the name of God
A God who does not need man
To fight for his righteousness

From birth until death we decide
Upon the path we shall take
Though He is a merciful God
He has left us to our own devices
But we are not alone
The Spirit talks to those who listen
But many fail to follow
For the path is too hard
Though the prize is worth the hardship
Many will be lost to the glory and vices
Offered by Satan and his followers
Some call it a conscience
But whatever the name
The choice we make is our own.

So, why a poem with obvious religious overtones? I can safely say it was all Eren’s fault. I’ve been a regular reader of her blog Embracing Home, although I haven’t commented nearly enough. Still, there is plenty of time for that. Anyway, it was her last post titled How to cure and heal severe anxiety. I enjoyed that post and found it very thought provoking, and it sort of inspired me to post this poem.