The Idol

For many it was a God not to me. It was blinded with the robes of Gold. It was being taken in a procession with a whole retinue of cops holding LMG’s (Light machine guns) I wonder! God? Why do you need so much security to protect yourself? All along the way: people paid obeisance with folded hands and receiving holy ash from the deity which they smeared on their heads. I can never picturize God to an idol? My God that I worship is a majestic, awesome and gracious God: the master of the universe.

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