The Jungle Church at Berryville

The Jungle Church at Berryville

A Poem by Jerry Ables

They'll tell you the Bible is all you need to learn about every single deed
that the Lord would require of you to find peace beyond the bright blue
Then will they demand you accept their own words, and bid you follow their many herds
as if you had to worship His church to worship Him with no trace of smirch.
They'll tell you His greatest command is love, for a home in Heaven above,
then they'll spew their hateful toxin because you're not one of their oxen
They'll bid you find rest in His blessed will, and keep you on your feet for their own thrill
They'll tell you His love is no illusion, and replace it with hateful confusion.
They'll teach unity, not knowing what it means, because they'll attack your hopes and dreams
for not understanding exactly like they do about His doctrine so fair, just, and true
They'll bid you exhort your brother with pander, while they destroy you with slander
if you can't adjust to their slightest whims to revel in their self-serving hymns
They'll bid you study His blessed Scripture, and then to heed only a picture
of what appears to be right in His sight, without His Scripture to show its might
The only constant within their cruel lair is that from their caprice you never err,
lest they devour you in Jesus' name for losing at their egotistical game
They'll fight over difference of opinion, for what they really want is dominion
enough to keep your restless mind ever changing just to suit their own sudden rearranging
They'll bid you arm yourself with your Bible, and make it a fight for survival
where book, chapter, and verse don't matter till the Bible sates their own patter
Marvel not that we call it "The Jungle Church", for it's earned that name with every smirch,
because its people live with one foot in God's house and the other foot stuck in worldly grouse
Their only rules are survival of the fittest, and that Heaven's brightest crowns go to the biggest
at feasting with evils they can't defeat because they're too busy with selfish treat
There's coming a day, if they don't repent, when memories of sin won't relent
from roasting their spirits, both day and night, for the games they played with endless spite
Inevitably will their jungle fall, either to repentance or judgment call
where it's forever too late for reunion with His holiness and communion
Matthew 4:8-10; 6:24; 11:28-29; 12:30; 15:8-9, 13; Luke 16:25-26; Acts 17:11;
Romans 6:23; 1 Corinthians 1:10; 14:33; 2 Corinthians 6:14; James 4:6;
1 John 3:4; 4:20-21; Revelation 14:11; 22:18-19
Original pen date:  January 18, 2021

© 2024 Jerry Ables


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