THE KRONIKLER

I’m tired of seeing lost souls losing a fixed fight,

Tired of hope being stolen like a theft at night.

Every blow to God’s victors is a blow to me,

Especially when it’s even clearer to see

That those chosen to sound the Gospel’s urging alarm

Are the very same ones who are doing the most harm.

 

Though it’s not what they do, but rather what they don’t.

I’ve witnessed supposed Witnesses who won’t

Even cooperate with one another,

Let alone acknowledge each other

As called and anointed sisters and brothers.

 

Reaching out to the hurting and broken put aside,

These “Christians” can’t even walk in stride!

So how do they expect to follow the path set

By a God who still ensures our every need is met,

When they take it upon themselves to chastise the pace

Of those blessed to simply be able to finish the race?

 

Sure they tell the world about God’s love,

One they fail to show to fellow believers they shove

With labels and insults intended to invalidate

The deliverers of a Word they can’t eliminate.

 

One would think these hypocrites would be glad

That there exist people striving to deliver God’s truth.

I find it extremely sad

That the self-righteous are jeopardizing our youth.

 

What we currently face is a vicious domino effect

Launched by the staggering lack of respect

Issued to the faithful who seek to protect

The lives of unbelievers subjected to neglect.

And I haven’t even gotten to them yet!

 

It’s more than what I’m seeing, but what the world sees.

Many in our society find what we believe

To be worthy of little more than a sneeze,

Because we sometimes tend to struggle to live out

The very same faith we proclaim with a proud shout.

 

There are Christians who relish in the knowledge of scripture

Designed to bring prompt and renewing fixture

To the distorted face of a generation

Full of wondering hearts of every nation.

But instead of sending a message of restoration,

They shun their own with vicious abrasion!

 

This is the same behavior that’s been seen between the Witness and the lost,

The same behavior that’s come at a great cost

To the cause of our walk, which has only produced

The very same things that it has induced.

The sick and broken come to a place of mending

Only to fall victim to further rending

By medics who look upon their wounds with distaste

And make thoughtless, heartless haste

 To leave behind those in need to waste.

 

Can you really blame the undone for what they do,

For sifting through lies for an indisputable truth?

They are in search for meaning and healing

In dangerous places that will send them reeling

Into the hands of an enemy who is stealing

The souls of those completely void of feeling.

 

But often the greatest of transformations

Can be found in the greatest lack of sensation,

Because there comes a time when we all must die

In order to be awakened to new life.

 

I’ve connected with many beautiful people

Unfamiliar with stained glass and steeple,

But their open hearts and open minds

Are the first steps towards their exposure to the shine

Of He who is eternally divine.

 

As long as we tussle over who’s qualified,

Who’s heathen, and who’s sanctified,

We’ll never truly enter the ring

To represent the one and only king.

We can bless our curses and cite our verses,

But there is a fight that only worsens.

It lies between God’s children and the Enemy,

Who would love to distract us with foolish enmity.

 

The world needs Believers to put on the gloves,

And fight the good fight with fists full of love,

‘Cuz none of us will win this bout

Without the only intervention that will prevent a knockout.