To what do we owe this honor?
What news would you like to share?
What display or trick to show us?
What trap is set to snare?
Wait, what, you really found it,
And it’s only this one mission?
But why then are there so many,
Byzantine terms and conditions?
Maybe you unearthed a secret?
Col. Mustard, the rope, the kitchen.
But somehow you missed a checkbox.
We don’t need any more traditions.
Just like so many others,
You’re a dog and the concision;
Not one who serves by the Spirit of God,
For we are the circumcision.
The things you say are gains to you,
It’s flesh, in which your confident.
And despite how good religion views them,
Towards God it is incompetence.
You see, if of Him you are in Him.
But how you’re found, the question is.
Not having your own righteousness,
But out of God, based on faith, only His.
Phil. 3:1-9
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