My people, tis the time for lamenting


For rending your hearts

For crying out, for repenting

No longer should you be consenting

To follow the ways of this wicked world

Religion comes from the flesh

and produces ungodliness and death

and promotes pride,

a form of godliness with no impact inside

No longer will I pass by

For your uncleanness is in your skirts

You do not tend to each other's hurts

You wound and kill as you betray and hate

And you will not submit to my Holy mandate -

"Love one another"

It's simple, it's true

But you cannot love your brother or sister who

Attend another church

Is there such a thing?

Oh my people, how can these things be?

Only because you've quit following Me...



With love,

 Christopher Michael Waxman