Malachi 2:2      New English Translation (NET Bible)

2 If you do not listen and take seriously the need to honor my name,” says the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, “I will send judgment on you and turn your blessings into curses—indeed, I have already done so because you are not taking it to heart.

 

Matthew 7:15-16       New English Translation

A Tree and Its Fruit

15 “Watch out for false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are voracious wolves. 16 You will recognize them by their fruit. Grapes are not gathered from thorns or figs from thistles, are they?

 

God is still the same. Even though the judgment is slow in coming

We know the season of Grace is still with us,

But the sentence seems just around the corner 

 

Prosperity Preaching                    Satirical: Get used to it

 

Twisting words, changing ideas for one’s satisfaction

Doing what you want to, what appears good to your mind?

The convincing others and about everyone your care,

Accepts whatever you think and seems best for every kind.

 

The bible is constantly changing. It has to adapt to the times

Things are not like they once were; God will understand

As we are rearranging the meanings and the signs

For all who are here in this our “promised” land

 

God has to adapt to us and our way of reason.

He has to be changeable while it is written: “He is not”

Why should He make a fuss and observe our treason

As compromise seems possible for His “elected flock.”

 

Once God made us, and He formed us with His Hands.

But now find Him “pliable” to our wants and wishes

We will make Him thus to fulfill our every demand

For we know, it is plausible and undoubtedly refreshing.

 

A “god” for my own making who is there to please me

I’ve got it made for now, and I’ll show Him what to do

No more room for faking; all blessings are now for me

All things work anyhow for the “very-elected” few

 

Narrow is the path, so I expand it to make it comprehensive.

Everyone can come with me to my chosen destination

Fat will be your pocketbook in the web of my spider

What will be, will be as I share the state of elevation

 

Yep! We’ll get it made as there are no hurdles left

Smooth sailing from now on for the ones who follow me

All have now a clean slate available for me and the bereft

Who are currently in top form as they, in my presence, will be

 

There is no judgment coming, for we will pass it by

I decided long ago that there is just no hell

No one left to summon, for few will ever die

The only ones to know are mine, as you can tell

 

Constant change is determined to be a solid foundation

Shifting sand of thought cements the stones of our walls

A peace that we have earned girds the lack of determination

That is the fleeting truth I bought will deliver me from The Fall

 

All filled expectation is for me to close my ears.

As I  muffle the cries of the helpless in the mire

My temple seems resurrected in this world of my peers.

As we will judge the hopeless and deliver them to fire

 

What a mess we make, but we will cover it with cream

In the appearance now made perfect girded by our blindness

It is now "give or take" for the corrupt and the mean

Who at their will select their victims with fake kindness

 

A little honey here or there will attract the flying masses

To be swatted and splattered at the first taste of this

Life is so cruel for the ones with the rose-colored glasses

They are carefully fattened with camouflage called bliss

 

Judgment is at the doors, and most of these of our own making

Everyone is quiet for a moment except the sinful selected few

They bring all good to the floor to be trampled and forsaken

The greed here to flourish is directed by the hidden in the pew

 

Riddles of confusion dripping from their hearts hardened walls

Formed in the past of the forgotten in their state of reprobation

Given over to the illusion that there was no “Fall” after all

And there are none begotten through Christ’s gift of Salvation

 

Yep! One day we will know that there is no escaping

All will bow and kneel before the Designer and Creator

Judgment will then flow without any debating

To them, with or without appeal, to be judged forever

 

 Jan Wienen