THE SERMON OF WOE AND WHOA!
Oh, brothers and sisters and all divine kin, Gather ye close, let the sermon begin! For love is a circle, not just a line, And justice must dance with it, step right in time.
Now once upon always, in lands high and low, A fellow named Jesus had something to show. He strolled down the mountain, fresh off the breeze, And what did he do? He got down on his knees!
He lifted the poor ones, the hungry, the weak, He gave them a promise and told them to speak. "You are the blessed, the holy, the true, God sees you, loves you, and stands up for you!"
And then with a pivot, a twist, and a spin, He turned to the smug ones and wrinkled his grin. "Woe to you wealthy! Woe to you proud! Woe to the ones who sit laughing so loud! For you have been feasting, and taking your fill, But soon you’ll be empty—oh yes, yes you will."
Now some of the soft-hearted folk in the room, Might shudder and whisper, "That sounds full of gloom!" "Why talk of judgment? Why must we scold? Shouldn’t love always be gentle, not bold?"
Oh, love is a lamb, but love is a lion! Love doesn’t stand there while wolves keep on tryin’ To gnash at the helpless, to ravage and bite, Love grabs a staff and stands up for what’s right!
Some say, "Forgive! Just love and be kind!" But justice and mercy are wondrously twined. Love with no judgment? That’s sugar with sand. A handshake of velvet, but no helping hand.
For what is forgiveness if truth is ignored? What is compassion if harm is restored? Love says "Come closer," but also "Repent!" Not to punish—but to prevent!
Because loving your enemy isn’t a trick, It isn’t a game to be played with a stick. It’s not just a hug, or a pat on the head, It’s making them stop when their hands have been red.
You see, justice is balance, not a vendetta, It’s not about swords, but making things betta’. It’s pulling the weeds so the flowers can bloom, It’s sweeping the dust and clearing the room.
Now hear me, dear flock, and hear me out well, This sermon ain’t just a fire to yell. It’s a mirror, a question, a thing to unpack— Where do you stand? Are you giving back?
Or do you sit comfy, fed and at ease, Ignoring the wails that ride on the breeze? Do you say, "Not my fault! That isn’t my fight!" While the world shakes with hunger and cries in the night?
Oh, bless the poor, and woe to the proud! The ones who stay silent while others cry loud. And yet! There is time, for grace always waits, The doors are still open—the choice is your fate.
So rise up, ye lovers, and open your eyes, Be not just watchers, be helpers, be wise. For justice is love that has rolled up its sleeves, And love is the cure for all hate and deceives.
Thus ends the sermon, so go forth in grace, Lift up the lowly, and challenge the base. For love isn’t soft, and love isn’t tame— Love is a fire! Now go feed the flame!