Complacency
What has become
Of your people?
Saltless salt,
Hidden lamps.
Playing games
With sin.
Your body broken,
Blood shed.
A greater love
Never seen before or since.
Treated as is
Common.
Sleeping giants
These self-satisfied saints,
Unmoved,
Frozen in their
Chosenness.
Powerless.
Stir us, Father,
Move me,
Smug and satisfied
I no longer want to be.
May Your heart
Be mine.
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