So among other things in life, I write a bit of poetry. While nothing excessively complex, purposely ordered and chosen words can be injected with feelings and emotion, communicating a passion or frustration, nearly any strong emotion. So her is my latest, I thought I would share… I hope i don’t sound too depressedly suicidal or anything.
Piper- Panic. Ryrie- Rebel.
MacArthur- Macabre. Millard Erickson- Killer of Abram’s Son.
Alva J. McClain- Living life in pain. Charles Spurgeon- Dirty Surgeon, Swallowed Urchin.
Dwight L. Moody- Die there Brooding. Theologians I am loathing.
Teaching others to talk, too fat to walk. Building walls with bricks of books, dividing.
Masons carving tombstones for this cemetary (seminary).
The dead church ends up here, severed from its head and life by denomination.
So yeah. That’s it.
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