Christ-Haunted Places

“I think it is safe to say that while the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted.”
― Flannery O'Connor

 

We’ve boarded up the windows

Pulled up the floorboards

And removed all of the stains

But then again, what would you expect?

This is what happens when you treat sacrifice

Like a bloody crime scene

“What a mess…it really needs to be cleaned…”

 

Christ-haunted and undaunted by the fact that we are –

No one needs thorns when they’ve got their own scars

And who needs a new heaven

When you can blow up the moon to make stars?

Or who needs a new earth?

When the wells run dry, we’ll build a ranch on Mars

Everyday, stars are born:  from YouTube to Porn to Survivor

Except this time, no one gets out alive

Because we’ve fallen in love with a liar

 

Searching for what we’re missing

On the back of a milk carton that’s expired

Remember - Revivals never get worked up, my man

They get prayed down – inspired

 

But long gone are those days

It seems all of the preachers have retired

Gave up the pulpit for Disneyland

So now all we get are prophets for hire

Set the people on fire

And leave ‘em burnin’ for days

And when the flame subsides

They’re worse off than they were

When still in their former ways…

 

Shell-shocked and in a daze

They utter not a word

Now the Holy Ghost is reduced to rattlin’ chains

And a Tower of Babel preferred

"But I have this against you, that you have abandoned the love you had at first. Remember therefore from where you have fallen; repent, and do the works you did at first. If not, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place, unless you repent."  - (Revelation 2:4-5 ESV)

 

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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