Who is Christ ?
The multitudes
pay lip service to him
The crowds in churches are blind
They worship idols, saints, traditions, Crosses of GoLD, In Shadowy cathedrals
But refuse to treasure in their hearts, the treasure of life
The Muslims despise him & his followers
the raving hoards devouring the nations
trade christ for a demon spirit of the desert
howling, echoing the hatred of the Brigand from hell
the world does not know him at all
intoxicated by their materialism
seduced by haughty gods of false knowledge
they can not see the truth, the source of wisdom
He is mystery he is hidden in the very places where men
Think they worship him, they worship mere emotions
& romantic religious notions, They hide the lord of life
incense & stained glass windows, obscure the son’s light
in the evil nights men stray, & are devoured by their sins
tortured by their diseased souls, deceived by proud minds
seeking remedies of men’s imaginings, lusts & thrills
they choose to worship dead saints & hope in lies,
they cling to any thing but True Life
who can know him, ?
the one that dies daily &
lays all at his feet
& thirsts for the truth
more than very life
And is drawn by the spirit
To the unending fountain
Pouring from that shameful cross
You must drink the blood
Which pours from the heart of god
do not exchange the vile works of man
for The priceless grace
of the almighty
Do not defile the true & living way
with the prostitute of religion
you may say then, how shall we know him
with what knowledge find him ?
Yet Only if he himself reveals his face
Can he be really known
For He is still a god who hides himself
He always has walked though the crowds,
his face veiled
He is still being spat upon & humiliated today
Whether by men of religious madness or political pomposity
Stripped naked, nailed to the cross, mocked by the world
While his followers deny & disgrace him daily
Oh may he come soon, to judge the wicked
& to comfort his stricken forlorn lambs
may I be found, to be true & in love with him
his blood my only treasure
his words my greatest weapon
to be nothing of my own, & filled with him alone
to rest in the shadow of
He Who slaughtered his only son
to turn his rightful fury from man
may I look upon him
with my eyes
but we can only look upon him together
who has redeemed us
to make us like him
to forgive & love one another
Submitted by Constantine5 Iconoclasti
About the Author
Share this Post