Train my heart to echo truth when counterfeit advice is spoken
As I find my way back to the beaten path and forsake the way of the willfully broken
Minefield congregations like a swarm in a hive
Minds of mutual contempt calibrate by way of a rumor
Peering through their filter, perceptions formed by lies
As vision blurs when their eyes are their own tumor
Drawing on hope in the face of opposition
Relinquishing the fickle approvals of men
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A mourning train passed slowly by the Savior's worn out men
The subject being one young man who passed out dead just then
He left this world so young, so soon - his widowed mother too
The air was drenched with wails and shreiks, it was a terrible view
He was a dear and helpful man, the loss was keenly felt
The women wept with sincere tears, their hearts for them did melt
The kids were sad with teary eyes and followed with a sigh
The men were lost in deepest thought, they wondered "oh God why?
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These are heretical poems about God, religion, the Bible and the Christian religion.
When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All
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The best keepers of Gods law look down,
Comparing themselves by themselves around. (2 Cor 10:12)
And outwardly if you’re better than others you’ll see,
How you’ll be included in service and not me. (Luke 11:27)
They’ll smile at, and talk to, and to your face are kind,
But their hearts are far from God and they’re terribly blind. (Matthew 23:27)
For any love that they have is a fleshy love at best.
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Do I find fault in others, and miss it in me?
Is it hard to forgive my family?
Has my self-righteousness led to tragedy?
Am I myself a pharisee?
Can I walk by someone who has a need?
Do I look down on others with impunity?
Do all my ways serve only me?
Am I myself that pharisee?
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Train my heart to echo truth when counterfeit advice is spoken
As I find my way back to the beaten path and forsake the way of the willfully broken
Minefield congregations like a swarm in a hive
Minds of mutual contempt calibrate by way of a rumor
Peering through their filter, perceptions formed by lies
As vision blurs when their eyes are their own tumor
Drawing on hope in the face of opposition
Relinquishing the fickle approvals of men
......
These are poems about atheism, agnosticism and the loss of faith. I grew up in an evangelical Christian family with missionaries, pastors, a deacon, and Sunday school teachers including my mother. But I read the Bible from cover to cover at age 11 and I couldn't understand how anyone could call the biblical god "good." I read the Bible from cover to cover again as an adult and came to the same conclusion.
In His Kingdom of Corpses
by Michael R. Burch
1.
In His kingdom of corpses,
God has been heard to speak
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These are poems about relationships, with lovers, family members, and a God (real or fictitious?)
You!
by Michael R. Burch
For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.
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These are heretical poems about God, religion, the Bible and the Christian religion.
When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All
......
Sin comes from within
God teaches his servants.
Sin permeates our being
Which is our observance.
Eve trusted her eyes,
Instead of her ears.
She likes what she sees,
Above what she hears.
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