Odd that
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We make God into a monster,
Creating out of love we say he does,
Yet,
On the other hand,
With fervor strong, deep, and hot,
Claiming that evil in the end wins.
The majority outside of God’s love
To hell doomed,
Fiery torment unending,
Men and women like me,
For some even children,
Cosigned to eternal torture.
How easy it slips from the tongue,
A simple quote,
Verse mentioned,
To hell consigned,
Darkness cold absolute,
Satan wins with the greater number,
While Christ death seen only for the very few.
Odd that,
So common
This kind of tribalism.
Religion,
Politics,
Race,
Yet we also say God is like us,
Creating God in our own image and likeness.
Worshipping our image,
A monster created,
Something to be feared and placated
Certainly not loved.
Love and fear are opposed,
One or the other.
Less faith is needed in fear,
For rage, cruelty and revenge,
Easier to understand;
Infinite love something unknown to the human heart.
It is Moloch the eater of children
Worshipped more than we understand,
Our own faces upon the idol
Displacing what we cannot comprehend.
A love passionate,
Pursuing us without cease,
Seeking to dispel the fear embraced.
It is ourselves we need to be saved from,
Our wrath,
The fiery storm is within our hearts,
Self-consuming,
It is the cooling flame of God’s love that heals.
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