I was hurt by a vain professor of righteousness. Of that person I saw a vision. She was like her kind and her kind like her – light, treacherous, full of lust and hypocrisies. So are all those who “go to church” and think they do God a service.
Twirl on the dance floor, harlot,
One hand on the hip, the other in the air.
You enjoy yourself and life is full;
You are well fed and rich and confident.
You have no thirst because you drink
From a cup filled with blood,
The blood of friend and foe alike;
The blood of saints is in your mouth.
You’ll have what you will;
Your kiss extends to all,
But behind the lips of love and “concern”
Are hid the teeth that tear the flesh
Of unwary, innocent souls.
Spare the good you have for them,
Let them live instead.
Harlot, how is it you throw away riches for gain?
How is it you charge such a dear price for yourself?
Why does it cost you so?
“For a price I will care for you;
For a price, a small price at that,
I will console you in your circumstance
But if you’ll not pay, then I will not love;
My love is not without price
Though small the price may be.
And once I have what I want from you,
I will invite you to come to church,
I’ll take you to my pimp
Who teaches me well and salves my mind
To do with you what I please.
I do not determine my blessing by what I give
But by what I get.
I may be funny this way
But I simply won’t live
At my cost if I can live at yours.
So take my love, the price is small;
You’ll find your troubles disperse
Though torment and grief will tear at you,
For I have eaten and drunk to my full
And gained the upper hand.”
Woman,
Your lips profess the Christ,
Your soul in righteousness,
But let me warn you solemnly
That your teeth speak otherwise.
Consider the cost, the circumstance,
The devious ways you walk,
And know there is a price to pay
A fearful one you’ve not discerned.
Can you escape the Almighty Judge
Who perfectly reads the heart
And rewards according to its fruits?
You will fall, make no mistake
And there’ll be none to catch you
For when you observed the vulnerability of others
You took full advantage.
Twirl on the dance floor, harlot,
Eat, drink and be merry
For if you continue, tomorrow you die
And then whose will your goods be?
Mystery Babylon will fall,
Her sins made manifest
And those who leave her for the truth
In prosperity and peace shall rest.
Lethbridge, Sept. 1984