Easter McFeaster

Your treasure your pleasures,

Indulgent enjoyment,

You follow whoever,

And praise the flamboyant.

The colors and baskets,

The eggs all a plenty,

The project, you task it,

The purpose is empty.

The bunnies with ribbons,

The trinkets on tables,

By greed you’ve been bitten,

You then tell your fables.

And Santa’s the bunny,

Now dressed for to suit it,

For he is so chummy,

And dare not refute it.

For he is the idol

For this rare occasion,

Replaces the Bible

With great jubilation.

For this is like Christmas

With all of its treasures,

With idols the business,

And all about pleasure.

But God would not have it,

With this competition,

With Santa as Rabbit,

Idolatry driven.

For he now is jealous, 

He hates all the idols,

And He does now tell us,

‘Tis said in the Bible.

So, celebrate Jesus,

As your God the only,

For He has now freed us

So you would be holy.

An Original Work / March 22, 2023

Our God is a jealous God and he hates idols and idolatry: 

[Exodus 20:4-6; Exodus 34:14; Deuteronomy 4:24; Deuteronomy 5:7-10; Deuteronomy 32:16; 1 Corinthians 10:1-22; 2 Corinthians 6:14-18; 2 Corinthians 11:1-4; James 4:4-10; 1 Thessalonians 1:8-10; 1 John 5:21]