Devil At Work Poem by John Onyeme

The work of the devil;
Amorphousness among the churches,
It reeks from twisting the Scripture.
Twisted by those standing famous and respected at the pulpit.
Twisted to suit their theories;
Are we in the house of God, or theological class?
Quoting half a verse to prove their claims
Avoiding the remaining that rebukes them.
The work of the devil;
He's instrumenting their minds
Using their tongue to instill bogus principles
Pleasing their carnal desire,
And the desire of the confused congregation.
Interpreting symbols to flow with their doctrines
Ah! The Bible is there, but not felt
The words are heard, but out of truth
And all is made, not to convert, but to convince.
There are more churches than ever,
Yet there are more disillusioned members.