God's Vomit - Poem by Richard Merrell
I see the mouth of God
And out of it comes spew;
In the form of many books
Even Bibles, records too.
God has shown me by this vision
In understanding to be wise;
For many have sought to turn His Word
Into profitable merchandise.
But to me the Lord hath said,
'For you it shall not be,
while others sell the Christ for money
you shall minister your gifts free.'
And of the church, the Lord would ask,
'Why do you sell My Son;
why do you sell My Scripture?
you den of thieves! '
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