Tag: worship

Tipping tables

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Tipping tables in my soul
Joined to Him my idols roll.
Merchandise I must beware
Loves to set it’s shop up there.

Matthew 21:12-17 -“And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all who sold and bought in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money-changers and the seats of those who sold pigeons. He said to them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer,’ but you make it a den of robbers.”

Exodus 20:1-3 – “And God spake all these words, saying, I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage Thou shalt have no other gods before me”.

On top of spaghetti

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Flying_Spaghetti_Monster

Tempests we in teapots
Orbit as we scrimmage,
Blaspheme God above,
New improve our image,

Worshipping ourselves,
Letting off some steam,
We carbohydrate God,
And float Him in a dream.

A pasta monster muted,
Trapped in time and space,
Changeful, convoluted,
No mouth about his face,

Without a Word for man,
And fully mutable,
As patrons we demand
Our God consumable.

Without a God to serve,
We’ll serve ourself you see,
A dish of our construct,
One of banality.

One we may consume,
Served rightly to our taste,
One where there’s always room,
When in our belly placed.

Philippians 3:17-21 – “Brethren, be followers together of me, and mark them which walk so as ye have us for an ensample.(For many walk, of whom I have told you often, and now tell you even weeping, that they are the enemies of the cross of Christ: Whose end is destruction, whose God is their belly, and whose glory is in their shame, who mind earthly things.) For our conversation is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ: Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself.”

Trash talking

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Honor me with waste
Compartmentalized.

Eyes have got your back.
Defiance is despised.

Sorting through our scraps,
Inspecting every find.

Sift and sort and stack.
Join the heart and mind

With repositioned earth.
Only as our measure,

Doing what we’re told,
Mattering our treasure.

More than dust we are,
More than carbon black

Near the garbage can,
Who is talking back?

Jeremiah 2:27 -“Saying to a tree, ‘You are my father,’ And to a stone, ‘You gave birth to me.’ For they have turned their back to Me, and not their face. But in the time of their trouble They will say, ‘Arise and save us.'”