Old wars

Old wars are fought

 New ideas wrought

the young aren’t taught

the truths of old

Our light we squander

we aimlessly wander

and no more ponder

the truth not told

In idols we trust

though all become dust

that break and rust

yet for which we reach

Not so for the light?

For that which is right?

For faith not for sight?

What then do we preach?

Our truth is subjective

Our ethics elective

the church not protective

of moral absolute

Screens are our teachers

facades are our preachers

our neighbours but creatures

to sit back and shoot

Let’s open our eyes

speak truth to the lies

and we’ll not face demise

in the son of man

For in his return

we’ll not singe or burn

not once we have learned

to follow God’s plan.