“Do not murder.”
It should be so clear,
but sin makes us blind.
For we choose our favourite sins,
because God we do not fear.
Even the unborn we murder.
This sin wears many skins,
growing rapidly every year.
To its cause we are blind.
Against our foes we rejoice in its wins,
our own damnation to be near
when Satan commits his murder.
Whenever murder begins,
God’s reputation we smear, —
to our culpability, we are blind.
Murder stings like needles and pins;
our neighbour’s health we should adhere.
Even to hate is to murder,
for to love it makes us blind.
The Lutheran Column 