Passing Thoughts Poem by Reason A. Poteet

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Today’s papers are posting hard words for hard times;
words too realistic as our nation’s bell chimes
death – a rickety end for the entrepreneur,
like the passing of self for ev’ry believer.
Is there a state’s Easter morn? Or is it all lost?
Can public healing be had even at high cost?

What would our land lose, if god, Mammon, were to fail?
Wealth serves to divide folks based on a faulty scale.
Do we give clear evidence of the God we trust?
To use a blanket “We” has always been unjust.
Our nation’s motto is very inaccurate;
a person can vouch only for his own spirit.

Jesus Christ completes and seals my sure foundation;
money’s not a promised part of my salvation.
My taxes pay for things I don’t want to redeem.
I trust not a soul in this government’s regime.
I look at its malfunction as God’s next best chance
to spell out His viewpoint, this point being, finance.

What would give the US true value? not our name,
not our motto, not money, not secular fame.
How long will God ignore our cheap indiscretions?
Might He have a goal in using retribution
to salvage our degenerate “Christian” country?
The Way out can be found in simple carpentry.

The Master Carpenter is the answer, Jesus;
only He can repair sin’s damage and free us.
Let our fortunes die. Let Christ raise from dead embers -
repentant stewards, rebuilt from godly timbers
to become an humbled people which God can indwell.
Might He use us to redeem His choice, Israel?