This poem was a classic!     Did you write it Shylynne?

[One Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God!]

"Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.  There is one body and one Spirit – one Lord, one faith, one baptism: one God and Father of all" (Ephesians 4:3-6)

A thousand denoms, doctrines, and strife
Icons, traditions, outlook on life,
You're pardoned for thinking he had more than one wife,
But she looked no good in straightjacket

How many nations, how many souls?
Needs, burdens, hopes, vision, goals?
She turns her hand to multiple roles.
And God knows his Church can hack it.

One Lord, one faith, that is the number.
No, not divided nor lying in slumber.
Let those that see double think it is odd,
But its, One Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God!

I was just joking.  Tinas poem was terrific! 

Thanks Tina.  You'll have to take that one down to a few eschatology debate forums. Might save a few arguements.   

Blessings

Cyberseeker

   Yep, off to an all-boys school for you.

A song I wrote years ago based on Proverbs 30 (KJV) ...

Give me neither riches, nor poverty
Lest I being full, deny thee:
Lest I be poor, and steal.
Set my roof above my head, Lord,
Place my feet on the ground.
Satisfy my soul with bread Lord.
Let your grace abound.

verse 1 (Prov 30:7,8)
Two things have I required thee
Deny them not before I die
Remove from me, vanity,
And the speaking of a lie.

Give me neither riches, nor poverty
Lest I being full, deny thee:
Lest I be poor, and steal.
Set my roof above my head, Lord,
Place my feet on the ground.
Satisfy my soul with bread Lord.
Let your grace abound.

verse 2   (Prov 30:15)
The horse leach has two daughters
They cry give and give again.
They've never tried to be satisfied
Though they're causing others pain.

Give me neither riches, nor poverty
Lest I being full, deny thee:
Lest I be poor, and steal.
Set my roof above my head, Lord,
Place my feet on the ground.
Satisfy my soul with bread Lord.
Let your grace abound.

verse 3   (Phil 4:11)
I have learned in whatsoever
State I am to be content
Sufficiency, with a heart set free
I know, is Heaven-sent.

Give me neither riches, nor poverty
Lest I being full, deny thee:
Lest I be poor, and steal.
Set my roof above my head, Lord,
Place my feet on the ground.
Satisfy my soul with bread Lord.
Let your grace abound.