Wingless beings...
Spiritual shrinkers?
Unwitting quitters?
Unrefined thinkers?
Vain boasters
Speaking of "truth"
They lack
Despisers of His Truth
In a prison ship
Deeming "wicked"
To be hip.
Unsophisticated minds
Gathering hopeless,
Nihilistic "finds."
Naive optimists -
Without His Right Arm
Retaining pointless,
Superfluous harm.
Hearts bleak
Lukewarm, frozen
To Love vast and deep...
Battling divine reference
With unsightly glove...
Still, hovering over you
All-knowing, blazing Dove...
Secular impulse fails...
His Truth burns with might
Lightening all murky trails
Dismal shadows and night.
Winds capricious, craze changeful
Cannot seize enduring power...
The fickle and shifting
At the end, can only devour.
His Truth Saving...
Changeless, Enriching
And Consoling Force...
Still, over you... radiating Dove
Thirsting for overdue remorse...
Moral Teacher of society
Starving for morsel of bread...
Thirsty for hardy sobriety...
Hungry to feed... made one fed...
Still, hovering over you...
The days just add...
Without His Truth Redeeming
Goodness Liberating
Love Illuminating...
What's left?
But a victim of theft...