How their gods dictate the clothes they wear,
their devotion costs much more they can bear,
how their gods tell them to walk the flame
quenching their anger with the devotees’ shame.
How their gods tell them to kill..,
and demand the blood of the disciples’ kin.
Devotees visit every known fountain,
take holy dips, walk the rocky mountain….
Here I know a humble and meek KING,
who chose to cleanse every unspoken sin
yet HIS people grumble at their every test
against this God who always told to stand still and rest.
HE won their battle; at the Cross it was finished,
Sin and shame HE himself banished..
Price of their sin that they could never pay
HIS love paid it all, given HIS free Grace..
Like Martha complained about the chores not shared,
Like the disciples in storm we ask, “Do You not care?”
even the ungodly never dare to question
their so called gods for their situation.
How you and I need to pick up stuff
from the lost among us that are enough
to teach and exemplify the extent of their intensity
and to carry our cross with the same humility.