Showing posts with label false prophets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label false prophets. Show all posts

Thursday

Messengers of the Lord - a poem by Nicholl McGuire

 

 
I would love to tell the perfect story
would love to always give God the glory.

But sometimes down moments
get in the way,
and sometimes, I too, forget to pray.

God gives his messengers a lot to say,
direct listeners to his one pathway.

Give the soul peace, emotions will cease.
Show men love, remind them of the dove.

Don't know when God will say, "You're done."
Darkness works to put an end to the Son.

But even when you are not right,
and even when there is no light,
still keep God in your sight!

There will be trouble, fallen rubble,
and grandmaster teachers
will pop like a bubble.

They claim to know,
but are used like foes,
they speak on talkshows,
but will die like a rose.

A slow, painful death to those,
with so many foes.
They use to sing God's praises,
but then they got money raises.
 
Had they been humble and said, "I'm not right."
Then maybe God would have called off the fight.
 
Heavy consequences to pay
for those with much to say,
that's why we should all pray.
 
Lessons to be learned,
shouldn't be about how much money earned.
 
Yet, keep going forward with bad deals,
and the world will see unholy men
at the bottom of hills.

Nicholl McGuire





The Church Man: A 2003 Construct

He tells me he likes to go to the show,
goes to church when feeling real low.

Talking about the church man,
from the Bible he once abandoned and ran.

You see a man of the cloth,
but his thinking appears to be as old as the moth.
Flaky, annoying and strange to listen to.
He's not the type you would call, "Baby Boy or Boo."

Now I thought about a time or two
when he spoke about Jesus and us too.

At times, felt like he was my foe--
used me sometimes to put on a show.

But he turned out to be alright,
until he said, "What should we do tonight?"

Words are like a lamp with a bright light,
shines on everything within sight.

"What about tonight?" I said.
"Can I sleep with you in your bed?"

Still lost, I didn't refuse.
Opened the door to spiritual abuse.

So you see, you can say what you want,
but the enemy sets traps to flaunt.

Some get caught in a whole lot of trouble,
think it's okay to act like a rebel.

But I am here to tell you godly people are few,
you compromise my friend, you too will lose.


Nicholl McGuire





Wednesday

You Call Yourself a Christian

You call yourself a Christian, a believer, a child of God
when it benefits
appeases
elevates
cultivates
looks good
feels right
but maybe not tonight.

For when darkness falls and the sheets pulled back
you will be dreaming of your money stack.

Hundreds, fifties, twenties, and a dolla'
cause you reeled them in and made them holla!

How long can you keep up your acts?
Avoiding the truth, forgetting the facts!

You know you don't love the Lord
You could care less about the sword.

You say you are one of the chosen, the few
but isn't this not about them, but you?

New Audio Spiritual Messages by Nicholl