1 John 5:18-20 

18 We know that everyone fathered by God does not sin, but God protects the one He has fathered,

and the evil one cannot touch him. 19 We know that we are from God, and the whole world lies in the power of the evil one.

 20 And we know that the Son of God has come and has given us insight to know Him who is true, and we are in Him Who is true,

 in His Son Jesus Christ. This one is the true God and Eternal Life.

 

It is too late to die for a reprobate mind

Buried some time ago it is still berating

By artificial light it seems to always find

Zest for self-survival at expense of the needy

 

“The poor we’ll have always with us” stated long ago

This helps the likes of parasites to rise to the top

In this world where selfishness spins out of control

Blindness is not recognized by the well-instructed mob

 

Integrity somewhere hidden as an excuse for days gone by

Marriage a union where two are tied to self

“The tie that binds” forgotten and many wonder: why?

Things are falling apart as anyone can tell

 

Pollution flowing down the streets of life is now accepted

Trash often glorified by darkened elevated hearts

The elderly and experienced are no more respected

As the bright and beautiful are playing every card

 

“It used to be” is now interfering with progress

None had a clue in the past and really who cares

Success an imagination that cannot pass the test

On the Day of Judgment when all will be there

 

A world that does not listen and somehow cannot see

Facelifts replaced long ago the forming of the heart

All is for the outer-man while the inner-man is debris

That in the turmoil of confusion is drowning below par

 

Reflection in the water obscured by dancing foam

It used to be the cream in the past but now is just scum

We have come a long way as our desires roam

In places that used to be off limit and now are called “fun”

 

Depravity is flourishing and the church almost asleep

Hollow words echo in the wall of its existence

We deserve a piece of the pie as we go every week

In artificial concern dressed in our robes of pretense

 

“Long lives the hereafter” we will all be there

“Good enough” the standard by what we’ll be judged

Some don’t believe at all proclaiming everywhere

That humanity came from soup or maybe some sludge

 

The intelligent and bright never messed up a diaper

They became mature bypassing their own childhood

Their lives remind me much of a windshield wiper

That flops up and down removing what is good

 

Turn them up or turn them off – their energy begotten

From the prince of this world who directs their talent

Only a matter of time and they will be forgotten

As from dust to dust they move to their asylum

 

“The way of no return” as sadness drapes my face

Helpless I stand before a world that is sliding

The power to testify to the entire human race

Seems to be too limited as in one on one I’m hiding

 

Who’ll address the masses and who’ll present the truth?

Who did enough with self to be a living epistle?

To be read by all man as the blameless go through

To represent the Lord free from thorns and thistle

 

Is it me or is it you? Who lives by the Spirit?

Who is available to step out on Faith?

Is it me or is it you? Who did inherit?

Who has the opportunity? Who meets Him face to Faith?

 

Jan Wienen