The Test (2007) Poem by Lillian B. Rose

Charismatic
An excuse for judgment
Rendered futile
Joining the mob
Demolition of those
Who can foretell why
Christian in name only

Where is your God?
Why do you steal His thunder?
Do not make idols of mire man
For He will send fire
As He has sent rain
He will shatter your truth

Do not put the Lord to the test
His judgment is swift
As His right hand is strong
And at His feet, the penitent weep
For the choirs of justice
Surround His throne.