AN EVIL NATION ROBS GOD

The basis of this poem was taken from the Old Testament book of Malachi. I have just put the passage to rhyme using as few words as possible of my own.

AN EVIL NATION ROBS GOD

(Malachi 2:13 - Malachi 3:12)

You come to the Lord’s holy table,

Saying “What a burden,” as if cursed.

You promise to give the Lord your best,

But then you bring the worst.

You flood the Lord’s altar with tears,

And yet you’re no longer blessed,

For you have broken faith with your wife,

You’ve destroyed the family nest.

When wed, the Lord made you one,

Both in flesh and spirit is the wedding.

But you robbed God of the fruit of your loins,

Knowing He sought Godly offspring.

Also, I hate divorce, says the Lord,

And that violence like a garment is worn.

From the harm that is done by divorce,

Many lives are badly torn.

You have wearied the Lord with your words,

They’re as plentiful as dust.

You suggest that I accept evil,

Or say “Where’s a God that is just?”

Would a man rob his God, yet I’m robbed;

Your greed just keeps getting worse.

You rob me through tithes and offerings,

So the nation is under a curse.

In order to always have food,

Bring the full tithe of your offerings.

Heaven’s floodgates will open;

There won’t be room for the blessings.

Pests or vines won’t ruin your crops,

If you will obey and live rightful.

All nations will call you blessed,

And your land will be delightful.

You have said it is futile to serve me,

And therefore, what can be gained?

Now the arrogant are called blessed,

And evil is ever sustained.

But you who revere my name,

And many trials endure,

Shall one day be rich beyond measure;

Your lives will be secure.

So respect the wife of your youth,

And don’t fracture your happy home.

Or you will trade your mansion in heaven,

For the place where demons roam.