A creed emerges, bold yet strangely blind,
Unmoored from God, adrift in human schemes,
His Word, once life, now dust upon the mind,
Discarded for the glitter of new dreams.

No echo of His voice stirs in their song,
The scriptures lie unread, a muted plea,
While hearts, untethered, wander far and long,
From truth divine to hollow vanity.

The name of Christ is carved on empty stone,
A shell of faith, where warmth no longer dwells,
God’s law, a stranger, left to stand alone,
Replaced by noise of self-forged gospel swells.

How far they stray, who shun the sacred cord,
To lose His Word is to forsake the Lord.