The Christian Coup

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The ancient Law was thundered from the mount,

Command on stone, the covenant of flame.

Then Mercy walked among us clothed in flesh,

And Love fulfilled what Sinai thundered once.

He spake the greatest word: Thou shalt adore

The Lord thy God with all thy soul and heart,

And love thy neighbor as thy very self.

Thus Heaven’s gate was opened through the Son.


But lo—perverted now by hands of clay,

The holy Word is shackled to the proud.

“Let only masters of one hue ascend,

Let woman bow beneath her keeper’s yoke,

Let wrath be praised as justice rightly done,

Let seed be sown at mandate of the throne;

And let the horde of men pronounce thy fate.”


Behold the throne of hypocrites enthroned,

Their kingdom built on Scripture overthrown;

A scepter raised not Heaven’s, but their own.


At Heaven’s gate they snarl: “The Christ forgave

Too much; His grace was weakness, not our law.

Bow down, submit, or be cast out condemned.”


Yet Truth proclaims with thunder at the door:

How dare you claim the name of Christian!

Just scratching where it itches!

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