In prophesy, the love of many will grow cold
yet I watch in silence as hate unfolds
for this heart, lukewarm, does weakly beat
and blood congeals with lack of heat.
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I hear the words that pastor speaks
as I sit, frozen, week after week
and through it all I dutifully pray
for there must be a better way.
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For apathy is a road to hell
and paves our souls in a concrete shell!
This apathy state, once fortold
is what makes our hearts grow cold.
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I think of others who, in secret, worship You
in persecution , yet remain faithful and true.
These great warriors in battle, in constant danger
boldly share Christ’s message to strangers .
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While we fatten ourselves on our free Christian feast,
yet hide Jesus’ message like lean ferrel beasts,
gorging on fast-food religion for health
our Bibles hoarded, unread on our shelf.
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Our country is “free” but God’s light poorly glows!
Harvesting souls for Christ? Boring and slow!
Off-shore banks stuffed with earthly wealth
as gluttony lulls us with languid stealth.
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Oh Lord, sweep out the ashes from a fire now cold!
Rekindle our flame for your message untold!
Give us zeal to witness in tones loud and bold:
“Jesus our Saviour has broken sin’s hold!
Jesus our Savior has broken sin’s hold!”
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I support Open Doors, an international Christian organization dedicated to fighting persecution and assisting persecuted Christians. Persecution is rampant and, in some areas of the world, near complete genocide. I know this is not told in the news, but it is real and very frightening for anyone of faith. No matter your religion, annihilating one group is a step toward annihilating yours. The Bible prophesied mass persecution of Christians in the final Last Days, yet another sign that the time is near. The Bible prophesied that the love of many will grow cold.
For those of us who still enjoy religious freedom, hold it precious for it is fleeting and will slip away before you know it. The best defense is prayer and evangelism. The elect are still out there waiting to be told the Good News.
Apathy is a gate to the road of hate.
Fantasies of a Forlorn Fairy 