Leviticus 19:26-31: Pagan Practices, and Christian Culture

Come out a separate be,
In holiness to Me,
For I demand my Law’s commands,
In culture, sanctity.

Turn not to sorcery,
Informed idolatry,
In God your hope of the unknown,
Not God-less fantasy.
On God you must depend,
Not demons then to mend,
The forces laid that He has made,
No spirit then befriend.

Don’t copy pagan dress,
The pagan look confess,
But separate be in sanctity,
From those who worship death.
Your dress communicates,
Identity creates,
The history made, values display,
Make style copy faith.

And do not cut your flesh,
Emotional distress,
The main of Christ will yet suffice,
If you His name confess.
And do not carve a sign,
That would the Lord malign,
For all have meaning clearly seen,
So to God’s law align.

Accepting Christian faith,
Is more than mental weight,
But transforms minds to God’s designs,
And takes a cultural shape.

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Leviticus 19:1-8: Holiness

Holiness linked to divine,
The essence of the sacred Lord.
Relational it is defined,
As righteousness, but He restores.
Consecrated but through God,
And never by our worthless deeds.
We counterfeit in cursed fraud,
The grace of God our only need.

Then worship God, and Him alone,
As Lord, His law will lead your life.
By this His holiness is known,
The line of Law cuts as a knife.
Your earthly father honor, too,
For holiness at home begins.
Your father God has given you,
Reflecting God’s own holiness.

And keep the Sabbath rest He gave,
The rest that He did consecrate.
And not forever sweat and a slave,
The sign of sanctity He makes.
And make no gods to worship them,
To sell yourselves as demon’s whores.
Idolatry, the sickest sin,
Is prostitution from the Lord.

And do not eat the tainted meat,
When you assemble near my throne.
To keep the honor of my feast,
In holy joy to God alone.
Then do not worship work or food,
Or friends or kin, or fleshly art,
But God makes holy and makes good,
His blood has sanctified my heart!

Leviticus 15: Purification

A putrid, rotting corpse,
Unclean in all my flesh,
With filth in all I do,
A sewer running death,
A dump-heap is my soul,
As humans all posses.
Emitted from my heart,
This sin drives us apart.

For you are wholly pure,
And holiness defined,
Immaculate in all,
Incomparable, divine,
Impossible to know,
Your sanctity sublime.
Your glory none have seen,
And none can come unclean.

Then dare I touch Your robe?
And make You too unclean?
Would my contagion mar,
Your flawless sanctity?
Oh! rapture at Your grace!
Your cleanness covered me!
And You, looking at me,
See Your own purity.