Just because one walks through hallowed halls,

Where scholars pore o’er ancient tomes and scrolls,

And dons the robe with letters on the walls,

It means not that the living Spirit calls.

For many now with titles proudly stand,

And claim to speak for God with learned tongue;

Yet twist the sacred text with cunning hand,

Exalting self where holy fear is wrung.

The law is for the proud who trust their might,

Who boast in works and human righteousness;

But grace is for the broken, contrite heart—

The wounded soul the Lord alone will bless.

Be like the noble Bereans of old,

Who searched the Scriptures daily, line by line;

Though Paul himself had preached the truth foretold,

They tested all against the Word divine.

No seminary, doctorate, or fame

Can substitute for trembling at His Book;

In this dark age of bold apostate claim,

Cling fast to Scripture—let no teacher crook.

For wolves now dress in academic guise,

With polished speech that flatters itching ears;

They preach a lawless “grace” that never tries

The heart, but leaves the sinner dry of tears.

Test every spirit, every novel word,

Though wrapped in robes of learning, soft and wise;

The law exposes pride, but grace restored

Brings life to those who fall before His eyes.

The humble saint who knows no lofty school

May walk more closely with the risen Lord;

While eloquent deceivers play the fool,

And twist God’s truth into a twisted chord.

Let every heart bow low before the throne,

And search the Scriptures with a holy fear;

The law is for the proud—grace for the broken shown—

In days when blasphemy is proudly near.

For Christ alone is Head of all the Church,

His Word the final, sole authority;

No human title, platform, or research

Replaces “Thus saith God” in purity.

Stand therefore, saints, with lamp and sword in hand,

Unmoved by trends or scholarly applause;

In this last hour, across this troubled land,

Be true to Scripture and to Jesus Christ.