Balaam’s Anarchy (Jude 8-11)

Three types of men of whom we read,
Subverting truth in these three ways:
Ungodly words and thoughts and deeds,
Pretend to grace while license seed,
And from Christ’s kingship turn away.

For they have turned to futile dreams,
In libertine defilement,
Who make their bodies full unclean,
Rebellion is the food they glean,
And on anarchy fully bent,

When Satan comes then to accuse,
Stoop not to disrespect your head,
For Michael, standing for the Jews,
Asked only that the Lord rebuke,
When incensed by what Satan said.

Stoop therefore not as foolish beasts,
Abusing all familiar things,
And always on their lusting feast,
While mocking what they can not see,
Swift judgment on them Jesus brings.

Beware of Cain whose bitterness,
Towards God led him to swiftly kill,
Beware of Balaam and his press,
Beware of Karah’s restlessness,
Licentious anarchy instilled.

Receive the words that Jesus gave,
Acknowledge Him as your true head,
For He alone has power to save,
And free us from rebellion’s grave,
And raise our spirits from the dead.

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Leviticus 17: The Law of Grace

To God, and God alone, bring sacrifice,
No worship then to demons should be made.
Or else in breaking this you lose your life,
Give soothing incense to the grace we prayed.
And drink no blood for this contains the life,
And this the sign – atonement of the earth.
In eating blood you worship hellish vice,
And through His blood God gave us all new birth.
And those who find the carcass of a beast,
Must wash their hands to keep their body clean.
A simple law, the covenant repeats,
But by the law our blood is made unclean.
Then must we bear the weight of sin and die?
The lamb, the blood, the water Christ provides!

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.