This little psalm of fundy hope and encouragement came from the Facebook status of Bible Baptist Church of Port Orange, FL. I hope it’s a blessing to your heart, health to your bowels, and a swift kick in the pants (or culottes if you’re a lady).
Twas the night before Rapture,
And all through the land;
Not a soul could be stirred,
Not even God’s man.
The Churches were filled,
With social events;
With rock and roll music,
And much money spent.
They threw out the Hymnals,
And changed the Old Book;
Lived purpose filled lives;
But God’s Word they forsook.
Yea preachers preach sermons,
With words so discreet;
They download their outlines,
And on them put meat.
They mince all their words,
From beginning to end;
But preach against sin,
We dare not offend!
The Church should be relevant;
You hear them all say;
Not too old fashioned,
More geared for today.
With coffee and donuts,
For all who attend;
And gossip sessions,
As prayer among friends.
Playgrounds for children,
Entertainment for teens;
Just keep them coming,
Whatever the means.
Let’s feed the homeless,
And do our good deeds;
It makes us feel good,
To meet someone’s needs.
While men’s souls are burning,
yet more day by day,
For fear of offense,
Nothing do we say.
I might risk my job,
Make the boss mad at me;
If the gospel I give,
To that vile employee
Though countless will perish,
For eternity burn,
Don’t ask me to witness,
Don’t seek my concern.
To yield unto God’s Word,
I cannot, you see;
Lest one I offend,
And they wont like me.
So I’ll just wait for Jesus,
To sweep me away;
When he calls with a shout,
That grand Rapture day
When the Trump shall resound,
Translated we’ll be,
I wonder how many Are going with me.
Will my children, my parents,
My spouse next to me,
Make it to Heaven,
For Eternity?
The man at the Store,
Who I joked with today,
Will he make it to Heaven,
On that Rapture Day?
My neighbor, my friend,
My enemy as well;
Have I told them enough,
To spare them from Hell?
(- Pastor Craig Moss, 12/22/12)
