The Great Whore

 

The Great Whore
By Tom D Blakely
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My soul cries out for You O Lord
In a dry and barren land
Devoid of life, a desert parched
Let me die here in the sand.

The only creatures here O Lord
Are vultures of the mind
That prey upon a pilgrim’s soul
And kill or leave him blind.

Where am I Lord; why am I here?
Lord speak to me I pray
For no one wants to know you Lord
Yet here You had me stay?

Well here I am, and here I die
As my spirit drains away
This was a mission that I failed
Forgive me Lord I pray.

Bury me deep beneath the sand
Before they mock You Lord
For this defeat is mine, not Yours
May Satan know that Lord.

And should he say that You have failed
Remind him it was me
My lack of faith could not contend
With such apostasy.

They said ‘Your kingdom smiled upon
Love and open arms!’
‘The church must joyfully embrace
The whore and all her charms.’

‘We all are one’, the devils said
And no one dared say, ‘No’.
Our flickering faith was soon snuffed out
For prayer was first to go.

Your Spirit, Lord was not required
Within a man-made church
For all its prayers were written down
Which sounded fine at first.

The gospel then was next to go
And Lord, so easily!
‘God’s word is not infallible.’
Was the whore’s first decree.

She said, she was infallible
God’s go-between with man
And held Divine authority
To bless, to curse, to damn.

Thousands of priests were deployed
To enforce everything decreed
Worldly powers were in accord
It seemed to meet their need.

The weaker we, the stronger she
Until the whore prevailed.
We brought this on ourselves O Lord
Not You, but us; we failed.

I cannot reach the remnant Lord
They’re scattered everywhere
Like me they wait for Your return
Like me in fear they cower.

Too late I think about Your word
And how we got it wrong
Thinking love covered everything
Which led us to conform.

The word our preachers failed to preach
The answer to all prayer
Was, seek the presence of our God
With reverence and fear!

For Your Name’s sake Lord, even now
Turn back the sands of time
Raise up a prophet by Your power
Your people Lord, pray warn!

They’ll ask about the other threats
Lord give them faith, not sight
To see beyond the natural powers
For these they need not fight.

We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with a spiritual power
Satan’s minions everywhere
Deceiving by the hour!

Though here I am, and here I die
As my spirit drains away
These tears I shed are all I have
Speak through them, Lord I pray.

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‘And upon her forehead was a name written,
MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.
And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints,
and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus: and when I saw her,
I wondered with great wonder.’
[Revelation 17:5-6]
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