a poem in my pocket

Who will tolerate the suppression of women threatened to silence?

What kind of god calls his followers to murderous acts of violence?

When do you know you’ve been accepted by fulfilling all requirements?

Where can people be free to make informed choices of what to believe?

Why would God need defending and why is conversion forced on neighbors?

How is it possible to restore our right relationship with God?

I will hide my eyes from you;

even if you offer many prayers,

I   will   not   listen.

Your hands are full of blood;

wash and make yourselves clean.

Take your evil deeds out of my sight!

Stop doing wrong, learn to do right!

Seek justice, encourage the oppressed.

Defend the cause of the fatherless

plead the case of the widow.

“Come now, let us reason together,”

says   the   Lord.

“Though your sins are like scarlet,

they shall be as white as snow;

though they are red as crimson,

they shall be like wool.”

(God writes poetry to us through the pen of Isaiah;  chapter 1:13-18)