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The Church Walking With The World

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The poem describes how the World tempts the Church to abandon its values and adopt worldly ways through flattery and promises of riches and pleasure. However, God warns the Church that it has become prideful, blind, and fallen by compromising with the World.

The World tempts the Church to compromise by flattering it, offering friendship, beautiful clothing and housing, and by criticizing the Church's preachers and generosity to the poor.

The World convinces the Church to change its simple robes and house for more fashionable clothing, a lavish hall for feasting, and to turn away from helping the poor. The Church also changes its preachers and message.

The Church Walking with the World

The Church and the World walked far apart


On the changing shore of time;
The World was singing a giddy song.
And the Church a hymn sublime.
"Come give me your hand," said the merry World.
"Walk with me this way."
But the Church hid her snowy hand,
And solemnly answered--"Nay.
I will not give you my hand at all
And I will not walk with you;
Your way is the way of eternal death,
And your words are all untrue."
"Nay, walk with me but a little space,"
Said the World with a kindly air,
"The road I walk is a pleasant road,
And the sun shines always there.
Your way is narrow and thorny and rough,
While mine is flowery and smooth.
Your lot is sad with reproach and toil,
But in rounds of joy I move.
My way you can see, is a broad fair one.
And my gate is high and wide;
There is room enough for you and me,
And we'll travel side by side."
Half shyly the Church approached the World
And gave him her hand of snow;
And the false World grasped it, and walked along
And whispered in accents low:
Your dress is too simple to please my taste.
I have gold and pearls to wear;
Rich velvets and silks for your graceful form;
And diamonds to deck your hair."
The Church looked down at her plain white robes
And blushed as she saw his handsome lip,
With a smile contemptuous curled.
"I will change my dress for a costlier one,"
Said the Church with a smile of grace;

Then her pure white garment drifted away,


And the World gave in their place
Beautiful satins, and fashionable silks,
And roses and gems and pearls;
And over her forehead her bright hair fell
And waved in a thousand curls.
"Your house is too plain," said the proud old World.
"Let us build you one like mine,
with kitchen for feasting and parlor for play
And furniture ever so fine."
So he built her a costly and beautiful hall-Splendid it was to behold;
Her sons and daughters met frequently there,
Shining in purple and gold.
Rich fares and shows in the hall were held
And the World and his children were there
Laughter and music, and feasts were held
In the place that was meant for prayer.
"Your preachers are all too old and plain,"
Said the gay World with a sneer;
"they frighten my children with dreadful tales
which I do not like them to hear.
They talk of judgements and fire and hell,
And the doom of darkest night.
They warn of a place that should not be
Thus spoken to ears polite!
I will send you some of a better stamp,
More brilliant and gay and fast,
Who will show how men may live as they like
And go to heaven at last.
The Father is merciful, great and good,
Loving and tender and kind;
Do you think He'd take one child to heaven,
And leave another behind?
So she called for pleasing and gay divines,
Deemed gifted, and great, and learned;
And the plain old men that had preached the Cross
Were out of her pulpits turned.
Then Mammon cane in and supported the Church,
And rented a prominent pew;
And preaching and singing and floral display

Soon proclaimed a gospel new.


"You gave too much to the poor," said the World,
"Far more than you ought to do.
For the poor need shelter, food and clothes,
Why should that trouble you?
Go take your money and buy rich robes
And horses and carriages fine;
And pearls and jewels and dainty food,
The rarest and costliest wine.
My children, they dote on all such things.
And if you their love would win,
You must do as they do, and walk in the way,
The flowery way they're in."
The Church her purse-strings tightly held
And gracefully lowered her head
And simpered, "I've given too much away, thats right,
I will do, sir, as youve said."
So the poor were turned from the door in scorn,
She heard not the orphans' cry.
And she drew her beautiful robes aside
As the widows went weeping by.
And they of the Church, and they of the World
Journeyed closely, hand and heart,
And no one in earth or in heaven or hell
Could discern the two apart
Then the Church sat down at ease and said,
"I'm rich and in goods increased.
I have need of nothing, and naught to do,
But to laugh and dance and feast."
And the sly World heard her and laughed within,
And mockingly said aside,
The Church has fallen -- the beautiful Church.
Her shame is her boast and pride."
Thus her witnessing power, alas, was lost,
And perilous times came in;
The times of the end, so often foretold,
Of form and pleasure and sin.

And a voice came down from the hush of heaven,


From Him who sat on the Throne;
"I know thy works and what thou hast said,
But alas! thou hast not known
That thou art poor and naked and blind.
With pride and ruin enthralled;
The expectant Bride of a heavenly Groom
Is the harlot of the World!
Thou hast ceased to watch for that blessed hope,
Hast fallen from zeal and grace;
So now, alas! I must cast thee out.
And blot thy name from it's place."
But out from the side of this harlot church,
While she slept in indolent shame,
Came out a remnant who keep God's Word,
And honor His holy Name;
By the word of their testimony, and the blood of the Lamb,
They overcame the world.
And they prayed for the day when the devil, their enemy
Would be into the abis held
For those who keep their garments clean,
Shall walk with Him in white,
In the day when He comes to claim his own,
To make them His jewels bright.

Filipeni 3: 17-20:
Urmati-ma pe mine, fratilor, si uitati-va bine la cei ce se poarta dupa pilda, pe care o
aveti in noi.
Caci v-am spus de multe ori, si va mai spun si acum plangand: sunt multi, care se
poarta ca vrasmasi ai crucii lui Hristos.
Sfarsitul lor va fi pierzarea. Dumnezeul lor este pantecele si slava lor este rusinea lor, si
se gandesc la lucrurile de pe pamant.
Dar cetatuia noastra este in ceruri, de unde si asteptam ca Mantuitor pe Domnul Isus
Hristos.
1 Ioan 2: 28-29:
Si acum, copilasilor, ramaneti in El, pentruca atunci cand se va arata El, sa avem
indrazneala, si, la venirea Lui, sa nu ramanem de rusine si departati de El.

Daca stiti ca El este neprihanit, sa stiti ca oricine traieste in neprihanire este nascut din
El.

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