Stopped up traffic, where to go?
Where’s the answers? Do you know?
Pitter-patter, quick and light,
Truth has taken a big flight.
Easy road takes you around,
Where the truth not to be found.
Flitter-flatter, do their tricks,
Play their games and pick up sticks.
All’s a game, they do the same,
Lies they tell are really lame.
Make up things, they go along,
To the Lord they not belong.
Stand in pulpits, now on stage,
Do what now is all the rage,
Entertain them, bring them back,
But the truth they surely lack.
Draw them in with what’s in vogue,
Treat them to a little joke,
Show a movie, play a game,
Make sure that they stay the same.
Truth not tell them, oh, not dare,
Much too hard for them to bear.
Make it easy, make it smooth,
So their consciences they soothe.
Make God to be just like them,
They will think him quite a gem,
Laughing, joking, ease their pain,
So in sin they will remain.
Not your game, oh do you tell?
You not buy what they do sell?
Truth, it matters to you, then?
Move that traffic! Truth then send.
An Original Work / August 13, 2022