Dispatched with the Inkhorn (Ezekiel 9)

Celebrate now

And celebrate often

Victory’s vain boast

In halls meant for prayer.

Preachers who lie

So the crowds

Just keep coming

No one found mourning

Seems, not anywhere.

Cities so darkened

Small children in trouble

Widows sad starving

While excess abounds

Gaining and greed

Our present foul passion

Churches quite blind

To the shame all around.

God sends a message

Through ones still a-grieving

Go now and locate

The few who will mourn.

Mark them for mercy

For soon I am coming

Clean-up and judgment

Where reverence was scorned.



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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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