The Genuine

 

 

The genuine is the genuine

It cannot be otherwise

And when we truly know it

We will spot any disguise.

 

The genuine is the truth

The truth about that product

And all others are counterfeit

And simply do not add up.

 

The Pharisees were genuine

Or so it would appear

Until Jesus, the Christ, came

And they disappeared.

 

Jesus appeared on the scene

As the genuine one,

The one the Father promised

Before creation’s dawn.

 

 

The counterfeit is exposed

When the genuine comes

And the genuine in this case

Was God’s begotten Son.

 

So-called paragons of virtue

Are only so called

And in the light of the genuine

Are seen as frauds.

 

Like modern day Pharisees

Who play “Let’s Pretend”

But all outside their company

They repeatedly offend.

 

There can be look-alikes

Sometimes difficult to spot

But a knowledge of the genuine

Reveals the whole plot.

 

 

The Word is our surest hope

For identifying any fake,

It would be wise to study it

For our own sake.

 

It is the genuine source,

The Holy Word, I mean,

And it is the instrumentality

By which we are redeemed.

 

Stewart Russell © December 19, 2021