Theologia Ecclesia Corruptionem

Theologia Ecclesia Corruptionem

They met in a hot summer’s fortnight

Beneath the Wasatch peak

Constructing a self-serving foresight

Enlightened solely by political thought and speak.

Tossed the tradition of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,

Not to mention that of David and Jesus,

Their new religion now makeup

To them “An easier gospel to please us.”

As was to the ecclesia in Galatia,

But not astonished at their post-modern desertion,

Worshiping not Him but Crustacea,

A new gospel is the zeitgeist’s insertion.

Stunned at your turning to a new gospel,

Incomprehensible that you walked from Grace,

Not that there is another ark in the hostel,

Like Marcion your faith a vacuous space.

From whom do you seek approval

And why is your denial so fervent?

The richness of faith your intended removal,

It is man, not Christ, you are servant.