Command to love is greater than to hate

A poem contemplating whether the States should suffer a fate like Israel’s before Babel.

 

The command to love is greater than

The command to hate,

But when I’m in this pagan land,

Tempted with naked skin,

I know I am to turn the cheek,

Yet Lord, I confess to my contempt

To curse the state unto Babel with rape

If rape means men and girls may turn

From their Sodom ways.

 

But really, I project.

I am a mess.

It’s your will to curse.

Who thinks of punishments

Which may pleasure their own self?

And on this I tell myself,

In sin I won’t take part,

But even taking joy to watch violence unfold

Makes man more like a devil

Than Thee we claim to love.

 

If violence must unfold,

Let us take to our own homes.

We’re pitiful souls with pitiful scars,

The worms under Your toes

My true joy and true love lies solely in Thee,

The God who loves eternally

Even when all the world hateths Thee.

 

So if I am to hate the people in this world,

Pray Thee, make me more like Thee my Lord,

So I may love sinners more than what I’d love

When I should slash them through with righteous fury’s sword.