When meeting Jesus face to face.

You encounter all kinds of Souls within the race.

For some, you are granted to share your bread,

Your time and clothes and pillow for their head,

But all are due your love, your grace and tender care.

 

You find the true and God-taught ones,

Those incarnate conscious ones, that know they are Sons.

 

Mostly in the family of Man, professing Christ as Head,

You find the minds taught well of legalisms thread.

Of noble honor of their traditions, rituals or dogmas,

Living the law in fear of Hell.

 

An error old as life itself, when shadows first began,

And man was looking for the sun

And mapped his course to free himself from sin,

While yet in another tangled net

The letter of the word from God’s Own Heart

Taken many miles from where Christ did start,

They made another pattern and form, dividing God’s Own True Heart.

 

They fed and figured, planned and schemed

Until a monster pattern satisfied their doubts,

And called on His gifts, to sift the darkness and the Light,

And always were in the demon fight

Heaven a promise away.

 

Some of these, with rays of light, rise high in human life,

Yet carry distortion and promote the falsehood plague.

They invite you to elegant houses graced and fashioned

From religious past adventures,

And you sit at table with extra spoons and forks

As pride surrounds their graces.

Yet in your heart you just want to share

The Lord infinite and pure and to be given

These same graces they share with man made things.

With the truth you bring to feed the empty places

For Heavens harmony, they deceive through love

And misuse the fruit of Jesus, that the Bible tells them of,

So they smile and share awhile, until

The moment purposed comes, and you light the mind

To their opposite thinking and strike a chord

Unfamiliar to their domain, and pressed you be

To conform to popularity or leave.

 

They declare the sin original, the fall of Man,

The second coming and magic carpet called rapture,

The blood, the personified Satan himself ---

Oh yes, it’s in the book upon the shelf

And in their steps they call aloud ---

”Been saved my brother – are you redeemed,

And do you know you’re going to Heaven?”

This their plight and allegiance flag,

Oh yes, this is the drama within the walls of Souls

Caught in elementary errors, struggling to find

True peace of mind.

 

So spiritual arrogance can only be

Where the eye is not single to truly see.

So have compassion on their created Soul

And know you are found worthy and trusted with

Their error to know.

The Lord is our Shepherd and we are not to want

As at the table we face the enemy of sickened minds,

And in Christ’s Love find the way to heal in silent prayer,

Until upon the streets and in communications air,

The cry will come for the one true light that still abides.

 

Oh God help me the wiser be, from any crooked path,

That led me to seek deeper of Thee and find eternal peace.

My chains are gone, yet in Your circle of Your family of Man

I feel the shell of their bonds of prisons deep,

And many an hour of prayer is heard only as we weep.

May I be brave along the way, so clear and full of You,

As you have said, not many walk with us, but

Multitudes talk of Us with sheepish grins and judgments set,

Puzzled at our continued well and lack of Hell,

For fear has gone from our abode.

Yet in Your vision I will hold their day from darkness to ascend,

And pray Your mercy upon their evil works,

And for their good reward will come,

Thank you for lessons hidden among

The might seats of piety and arrogance.

 

I am content to remain, one of Your little ones,

Unreported in circles such as these.