Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Pastel God...

Pastel God

We’ve painted God a soft pastel

To blend with our décor

His eyes no longer burn with fire

We don’t fear Him anymore

No more talk of blood-red sin

No more talk of hell

No fear of God resides in us

His commandments we dispel

The bloody path to Calvary

We’ve chosen to ignore

Material gain we gladly embrace

While our crosses remain on the floor

Allured by New Age philosophies

Which exalt and esteem only self

We leave the Truth for hollow lies

While His Word gathers dust on the shelf

The promises of God are packaged

And sold, like charms in a pastel box

We quote them proudly and they tickle us pink

While we blindly forget what they cost

In believing only part of the Truth

What we fail to fully perceive

Is the dangerous trade, we have just made

And in the end it’s a lie we believe

We’ve painted God a soft pastel

To blend with our décor

His eyes no longer burn with fire

We don’t fear Him anymore



© Susie Melkus

05.06.06

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

So true! It's so unfortunate because we were never created to be fascinated with a pastel God. Our lack of awe and wonder, our casual attitude, concerning the truth of who God is leads so many to fall away, or never come to have a relationship with Him at all.
tracy

Under the Poetree said...

Thanks Tracy. I wrote this after hearing someone dear to me comment about the new crucifix in their sanctuary...and how they liked the "glorified, dressed" Jesus better than the big, bare crucifix. The other cross had him dressed in a soft pastel robe with a soft rose colored sash. She didn't want to see the "battered, naked Lord." Her comment just stuck with me, like biting into a bad pistachio, bitter. For without beholding the battered, bloody body of our Lord, we'd not ever be worthy to look upon the glorified, risen Christ.

Staying in Balance said...

Susie,
Thanks so much for stopping by my blog. You seem to have the soul of a poet.