O sick and dying world,
Where is thy golden globe?
Thine oscars are all tarnished,
The actors all born wild.
But thus it’s ever been,
Since auditions went awry,
And thus it will continue,
All actors have to die.
But there is a new production,
The script is well approved,
But how, or when, it is not known,
But faith believes it well.
But it has not all been bad,
The works of time and space,
The procurement of redemption
Applauded at the Cross.
But not everyone’s applauding,
Many just don’t get the plot,
But, few, where grace is given
Embrace the ‘bloodied’ lot.
The script of God is bloodied,
Abraham attests it well,
Moses’ law and commandments
Require the blood to tell.
The Messiah will, and has already come,
The temple’s curtain rent.
And God gave us twelve apostles,
The Gospel has been sent.
R. de L
25/01/2012