6-27-15 Hypocrisy

²⁷ Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchers, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness.

²⁸ Even so ye also outwardly appear righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy and iniquity.

Matthew 23:27-28 KJV

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Hypocrisy is practiced more than not,

And chances are you practice every day,

Pretending you are wise and know a lot

When really you’re an ass that loves to bray.

That suit you wear on Sunday, crisp and clean,

Is like a coat of paint on rust and rot.

That Bible in your hand on Sunday seen

Back home is tucked away behind your pot.

Remember, were it not for God’s good Grace,

You would be bound for Hell for all you’ve done.

Get humble now and fall upon your face;

Repent and follow Christ, the perfect one.

If you don’t think you are a hypocrite,

You’re worse along than you care to admit.

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sonnet #400

4-10-15 The Secret Part

There is a secret part of you that laughs,

An inward spark of love and happiness,

Connected to the Savior, free from gaffes

Or other outward games that bring us stress.

The Lord desires the truth and all that brings,

And deep within the Holy Spirit shares

To all God’s children, not to priests and kings,

The wisdom of the ages asked through prayer.

Oh, happy soul, where Jesus loves to dwell,

Is there not any greater joy than this,

To share the gospel and save one from hell,

To see the Light come on and feel their bliss?

The secret part of you that is at peace

Was born to share the love and never cease.

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Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts:

and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.

Psalm 51:6 KJV

1-9-14 That Secret Room

The dirty, homeless man that walks the street,

That mumbles to himself with fetid breath,

He is the kind of man you’d never meet,

The kind you’d never mourn upon his death.

Yet he consorts with angels evey day,

His heart’s as pure and white as untouched snow.

Then there’s the handsome man above the fray,

The kind of fellow we all love and know,

With such a voice that captivates the crowds

And smells like fragrant flowers full in bloom.

The Lord can see beneath their mortal shrouds

And knows what’s in their hearts, that secret room.

We judge a book by how its cover reads

But God knows how the story ends, indeed.

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For the LORD seeth not as man seeth;

for man looketh on the outward appearance,

but the LORD looketh on the heart.

1 Samuel 16:7 KJV