Altars
by Paul Purdayhttps://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaulPurdayPaintings?ref=seller-platform-mcnav
The world of altars face us every day
Raised up by man the victim of his way
Of greed and holding what is valueless
With iron fist and stern aggressiveness
So unconcerned that seeds of his distress
Were grown so early, then were underway
And leading him into a dark byway.
This creeping vine has captivated man
As gods and idols with their altars plan
Deceitful ways to snare him from his home
Where he should rightly dwell but now would roam
Inside a foreign land of monochrome
Far from God's land of colour where His clan
Would show the pathway of a different Man
The altar that He set was filled with gold
Divine and heavenly yet His hand would hold
The vilest sinner and the helpless poor
The greatest love was knocking at their door
Many would kneel and worship at His shore
And in His face, the light of God behold
Things of eternity, both new and old.
God has prepared an altar that will show
His heart of love, and man's demonic woe
Light of a thousand suns met darkness deep
God's tears were in Man's eyes, and He
would weep
For He must give Himself to save His sheep
The altar where the Offering's fire would grow
Now fills all things with wonder-working glow!
