The Great Deformation
A poem about how Satan has hijacked our systems for forming God's children
Each child born carries Heaven's seed, Designed for holiness and light, But Satan captured what we need— The systems meant to form us right.
He seized what's good but changed the core— Schools should help kids hear God's call, Instead they train them to adore Soul-crushing work that keeps them small.
Work was meant to serve our gifts, Advance the Kingdom we hold dear, But greed's cold logic swiftly shifts To dog-eat-dog and rule by fear.
The market's timing now we trust Instead of God's eternal pace, We worship GDP's cruel lust While families lose their sacred place.
When genocide can boost the score, When sickness profits those who heal, We've lost what wealth was truly for— The false has made itself more real.
By the time our generation woke, We knew only fallen ways, Every system seemed to choke The light that should guide our days.
Our modern culture works to sever Holy bonds that make us whole, Deforming spirits, now and ever, To capture every single soul.
But cycles break when darkness flees, When we can see the systems clear— We'll build new systems that help us seize The Truth that casts out fear.
Strongholds of holy formation, Where children learn their sacred part, Where business serves God's creation, And where the Logos rules the heart.
The Great Deformation had its day, But Christ will set our children free— They'll build His Kingdom, find His way, And form the world that's meant to be.
"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will." — Romans 12:2