Purpose driven

Ecclesiastes 3:17 

17 I said in my heart,

“God shall judge the righteous and the wicked,
For there is a time there for every purpose and for every work.”

 

“Purpose driven” ... there we go with no end in sight.

Minds made up with blinders on ... everything seems right.

Scum is floating on the top and deciding everyone’s plight.

Freedom is gone except for them ... who rob us from our might.

 

Suckers born every day ... but here we make our men.

Through tools of propaganda fabricated without end.

God is in charge, all is well, is crammed into our tents

as few speak true reality that without Christ life is spent.

 

Christ is the only Way ... the pathway into Heaven halls.

Outside of Him only hell awaits for them not answering the call.

The devil feeds them day and night and formed cults right from The Fall.

“Life on earth” is a form of death ... unless reborn in Jesus after all.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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