In These Final Days Poem by bobby beddoe

In These Final Days
As thirsty souls seek Christ Jesus,
A glut of false preachers in surplus
Focuses on Satan - the deceiver,
Through a prosperity caviler.
Ergo; pray this poem will do nicely,
For it is written quite timely,
To open unsaved-hoodwinked eyes
Midst Satan's harvest of lies:
Like rippling, lithe gulf waves
Hooking Osteen's Sunday naves
In accord with K. Copeland, B. Hinn,
And a plurality of like ilk that fit-in;
Pastoring a ‘form' of Christianity!
Yeah, they'll roast with all the Hindu;
Save a score who opts other avenue
And last minute did opposite turn,
Finally revealing Yama for to spurn.
As for God's gospel - it's pure anti,
Blaspheming Christ's TBN,
Daystar and other media akin.
Diablo's filthy rich prosperity exhorts,
Of such, been best, to be - aborts!
Such as J. Duplantis. For it is Written!
(Mark 10: twenty five - twenty seven)
Yes. Opposed to God's harvest,
Via theologians like His divinest:
Mathew Hagee, Hal Lindsey.
Max Lucado, and Charles Stanley.
Billy too, though left us at 99,
Ceding ‘sorts' to rescue the asinine!