If The Lord Jesus Christ Is Not With Us.... And If We Are Not With Him....? Poem by MBJ Pancras

God said: "The Seed shall bruise thy head,
And thou shalt bruise His heel."
All ought to know the Seed is Jesus Christ,
And ‘thou' is Satan, the enemy of God.
Disobedience of first parents was unholy to God,
And death sneaked into man's life,
Far from The Father in Spirit everlasting,
Yet, He established The Way through Christ,
The Image of the Invisible God,
And He is the Propitiation for man's sins,
And that's God's Eternal Plan in His Design -
That's the mystery of Eternity.

"Why am I born on earth? " is our question.
Man scrambles through his brain,
And his search for the answer is futile.
His strategies, all rely on worldliness,
And he's negligent of God's Word,
Which alone unravels the mystery of Eternity:
The Eternal Word is the Source of all creations,
And the Word became flesh in Jesus Christ.
Man is born on earth to prepare for his Eternity,
And The Way is Only through Jesus Christ,
For "there is no other name under heaven
Given among men by which we must be saved."

Corrupt is the world, for Satan is the cause,
And to rob God's treasures by evil,
Although he'd been the brightest star in Heaven,
But by his pride and envy against his Creator,
The bottomless pit hath been his cell ever.
And from here his evil strategies sneak out
Into the world of human beings with glamour.
Man hath been dead in carved images of Satan,
And perishes in quagmire of lust and pleasures,
And the author of confusion giggles at man's struggle.
Once was the paradise on earth blessed and fruitful,
But now the land of curses and darkness.

The world has no yardstick of faith in HIM,
For it loves to die in the pit of filthiness,
And most sons of men listen to noise,
For their minds are stuffed devilish vices.
They prefer cockroaches to honey and milk,
They ride on snakes and centipedes,
And ne'er look for horses in majesty.
Sans identity they move ‘round in wolves' masks,
Holding satanic flag, they carry tattoos on them,
Buried in filthy pleasures they breathe adultery,
They love Judas' kiss rather than Christ's Sacrifice,
With deliberate intoxication they play barbarous games.

If we're not in Christ, we'' be cut off from the root of Life,
We've chosen the wide way to Satan's pit,
Although delighted in temporal pleasures,
The end of life on earth shall be detrimental to our souls.
If Christ is not with us, Satan will eat our souls,
Peace and joy shall leave us orphans,
Doubts and fears shroud our souls in blackness,
Anxiety and fretfulness sleep with our minds,
And life on earth corrupted with maladies and sicknesses,
Drinking toxic drinks, we'll carry malicious syndromes,
What shall we gain if we're not in Christ?
And what shall we lose if we're in Christ?

If Christ is not with us, we've no Life in Eternity,
And on earth life is meaningless on every side,
Although we make dives and somersaults,
Having countless idols and entangled noodles,
Full of menaces in tangent philosophies,
Stuffed with morbid substances, coated with gold.
If Christ is not with us, it's a drawing room comedy,
Enactments plotted with obscene acts and words,
Likes and points travel with us to earn followers,
Howbeit at times dislikes to change colours to fit,
How shall we seek solace and meaning,
If Christ is not with us till our last breath?

The world wakes up before the sun rises,
And gets on bed after the sun sets,
Men and women scramble as busy insects:
They whitewash stones and graves to glitter,
They raise their arms to raise alms in their hands
Perchance for good, but the end be for their bellies,
They traverse thro' scriptures for interpretations,
In disguise wearing masks to alleviate their pains,
Not the Creator, Their gods are creations,
Worshipping their traditions with flags and flowers,
Burning themselves with fire, forgetting the Light,
They smear themselves with glamorous rags.

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