“Far from the kingdom of God lies a land of plenty.
A land of plenty that sacrifices to unknown gods.
A land of plenty that breeds a cult of worship of gods not known to the Risen King.
A land of plenty that believes it has no need for the God of its scriptures.
A land of plenty that has accepted gods of materialism,
gods of humanism,
gods of idolatries.
A land of plenty full of recriminations,
full of anxieties within its soul,
full of the cravings of its eyes.
A land of plenty that does not value life yet are hypocrites over deaths from the hands of others.
A land of plenty that does not value the marriage bed but approves beds of defilement.
A land of plenty that does not reverence the scriptures in the raising of a child.
A land of plenty that supplies poisons to its youth –
poisoning its soul –
poisoning its future.
A land of plenty that is governed by,
exists within,
slowly dying through,
the destitution of its own morality.
A land of plenty that does not honour any flag in its respect for nationhood,
that staggers as a drunkard with no place to sleep,
that is without direction –
to arrive at only God knows where,
that belches from its stomach the sins of yesterday,
that gurgles down its throat the sins set for today,
that feeds into its soul –
its mind –
the sins that feed tomorrow.
A land of plenty is admired from many shores.
A land of plenty is mired in its own mess.
A land of plenty –
that extends welcomes to its guests.
A land of plenty often claimed to be God’s own.
A land of plenty that harbours great delusions –
no longer in the shelters of God –
no longer embraces the sanctity of life –
no longer confesses its heritage of Faith –
no longer honours the gifts of children in its midst –
no longer has integrity in those with sporting prowess –
no longer gives voice in concert to prayers of thanksgiving.
A land of plenty is not a land of greatness.
A land of plenty is not a land of wisdom.
A land of plenty is not the harbinger of the Spirit,
is not the harbinger of example,
is not the harbinger of enlightenment.
A land of plenty can yet be the epitome of nationhood,
the epitome of righteousness,
the epitome of Truth.
A land of plenty can yet turn from,
can yet be the antithesis of,
the past –
in the fulfilment of a vision –
as the adoptee of a new beginning –
in this:
the onset of the three fold seventh century by which the wise do measure time.
A land of plenty that once had wisdom can attain it once again.
A land of plenty that knew and shed its blood on a distant land of favour.
A land of plenty that is a friend of God,
that grieves the heart of God,
that walks in the sight of God.
A land of plenty should reset its standards,
should fly high its flags of jubilation,
should uplift its banners of proclamation –
that all may know a purpose re-established –
a renewed belief –
a turning from the past –
a celebration of the future –
the new dawn of righteousness –
the new dawning of things to come.”
“Far from the kingdom of God lies a land of plenty.
A land of plenty that sacrifices to unknown gods.
A land of plenty that breeds a cult of worship of gods not known to the Risen King.
A land of plenty that believes it has no need for the God of its scriptures.
A land of plenty that has accepted gods of materialism,
gods of humanism,
gods of idolatries.
A land of plenty full of recriminations,
full of anxieties within its soul,
full of the cravings of its eyes.
A land of plenty that does not value life yet are hypocrites over deaths from the hands of others.
A land of plenty that does not value the marriage bed but approves beds of defilement.
A land of plenty that does not reverence the scriptures in the raising of a child.
A land of plenty that supplies poisons to its youth –
poisoning its soul –
poisoning its future.
A land of plenty that is governed by,
exists within,
slowly dying through,
the destitution of its own morality.
A land of plenty that does not honour any flag in its respect for nationhood,
that staggers as a drunkard with no place to sleep,
that is without direction –
to arrive at only God knows where,
that belches from its stomach the sins of yesterday,
that gurgles down its throat the sins set for today,
that feeds into its soul –
its mind –
the sins that feed tomorrow.
A land of plenty is admired from many shores.
A land of plenty is mired in its own mess.
A land of plenty –
that extends welcomes to its guests.
A land of plenty often claimed to be God’s own.
A land of plenty that harbours great delusions –
no longer in the shelters of God –
no longer embraces the sanctity of life –
no longer confesses its heritage of Faith –
no longer honours the gifts of children in its midst –
no longer has integrity in those with sporting prowess –
no longer gives voice in concert to prayers of thanksgiving.
A land of plenty is not a land of greatness.
A land of plenty is not a land of wisdom.
A land of plenty is not the harbinger of the Spirit,
is not the harbinger of example,
is not the harbinger of enlightenment.
A land of plenty can yet be the epitome of nationhood,
the epitome of righteousness,
the epitome of Truth.
A land of plenty can yet turn from,
can yet be the antithesis of,
the past –
in the fulfilment of a vision –
as the adoptee of a new beginning –
in this:
the onset of the three fold seventh century by which the wise do measure time.
A land of plenty that once had wisdom can attain it once again.
A land of plenty that knew and shed its blood on a distant land of favour.
A land of plenty that is a friend of God,
that grieves the heart of God,
that walks in the sight of God.
A land of plenty should reset its standards,
should fly high its flags of jubilation,
should uplift its banners of proclamation –
that all may know a purpose re-established –
a renewed belief –
a turning from the past –
a celebration of the future –
the new dawn of righteousness –
the new dawning of things to come.”