The 700 Club
Keeping score, I win.
Not only my actions count
But how I account for them,
Following only the right signs.
Getting down the road of less
Travel, I won it all.
I find myself now at the seventh
Gate of some ludicrous site
Where all the winners may pray.
Another manmade utopia is all
It is though, where the winners congregate
To save themselves or the vendors
They appear to be working for.
What was forgotten? Well, the
Signs never meant anything.
False idols, I guess, and the grace
Of God was never factored in.
And our timeline, our tests,
Those of the prize are not the same
As those written in the Book of Life.
Who would never play these
Silly games? Never shout
With glee, “A hero!”
Will we ever see heaven on earth?
Not by our means; of course,
I see this now.
Good try, and thank you Lord
For taking up our 700 Club.
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Not only my actions count
But how I account for them,
Following only the right signs.
Getting down the road of less
Travel, I won it all.
I find myself now at the seventh
Gate of some ludicrous site
Where all the winners may pray.
Another manmade utopia is all
It is though, where the winners congregate
To save themselves or the vendors
They appear to be working for.
What was forgotten? Well, the
Signs never meant anything.
False idols, I guess, and the grace
Of God was never factored in.
And our timeline, our tests,
Those of the prize are not the same
As those written in the Book of Life.
Who would never play these
Silly games? Never shout
With glee, “A hero!”
Will we ever see heaven on earth?
Not by our means; of course,
I see this now.
Good try, and thank you Lord
For taking up our 700 Club.
Back to Poetry Menu