Belshazzar's Wall
an acrostic
Many men making merry,
Eating freely of the substance of the land
Never giving thought to their Creator
Even offering insult to their God
Money flowing oh-so-freely
Every pleasure is with passion sought
No god worshiped but great Mammon
Endless blasphemies in them abound
Those who worship at that altar
Each pursuing his own right
Killing there their unborn children
Ending lives almost begun
Living thus in phony freedom
Unless they shall now mend their ways
Prostrate lying at the feet of God
His hand shall come to rest upon them
And they shall know the cost of sin
Repent, He says, amend your ways
Seek forgiveness at the Cross
In sorrow come to seek His joy
Now and evermore. Amen.
- Ed Pacht
October 11, 2008
1 comment:
I'd never heard of MENE MENE TEKEL UPHARSIN but found it interesting when I looked it up.
Very thought provoking poem/acrostic!
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