The Poisoned Wine of Materialism
I’m speaking on materialism (how not to be swayed by it) at our Men’s Breakfast this weekend, and it brought to mind a lyric I had written a while back. I’m not much for writing poetry or songs, but every now and then something hits me.
Sing of the One
An angry throng, the martyr’s song
Quiet prayers to finish well
An open door, the lion’s roar
On dusty ground their bodies fell
A race of pain, the crowd’s disdain
And all of heaven shakes
The journey done, the victory won
And night is turned to day
They did not doubt
They would not bow…
And they were not afraid to die
With the bridegroom at their side
And they rejoiced in their death
To sing of the one
Who would bring them again to life
A longer road, a different foe
Ours is not the martyr’s crown
For the tempter calls with siren song
And chains of ease to drag us down
He offers wine from poisoned vine
And empty dreams of painless life
But Jesus calls “forsake it all
Take up your cross and daily die”
We will not doubt
We will not bow…
And we are not afraid to die
With the bridegroom at our side
And we’ll rejoice in our death
To sing of the one
Who will bring us again to life
Categorized as: Culture, From Gerald, Materialism
