I took examine of my life
and found my saddened
state
I counted all my failures
my constant guilty fate
Decide did I to go to
church
to see what they would say
twas there I'd alter
everything
live life another way
A visitor twas I that day
When up the drive I hiked
surprised by ones saw
parking there
the cars, the trucks, the
bikes
When stepped I there
inside the church
twas no one greeting me
They simply gathered in
their groups
pretended not to see
The music loud did sing
Christ's love
twas I forlorn to know
but everyone around me
there
ignored my longing soul
The message next I hoped
to hear
a Savior of my life
provide me new direction
to take away my strife
Salvation there was not
the text
no way, no truth, no life
Instead a social gospel
reigned
not cleansed nor
sanctified
Missionaries not at all
did penetrate their
speech
nor Jesus Christ and
saving grace
was their attention
preached
A social gospel their
affair
not sin, nor shame, nor
lost
Repentance wasn't stated
there
Just fine the way I was
The message there a
club-like one
the women's tea affair
men's breakfast, how to
fix my kids
my wife, the husband care
Kids camping, fancy
microphones
the doors, sound systems
too
the stained glass windows
on the wall
the giving venue too
The build decor and comfy
chairs
the pews and carpet ware
the lighting with a
sparkling state
the fog machine be there
The stage where colored
lights did hang
the songs contemporar'
the modern, not
traditional
praise team beyond compare
And after much ado of such
the dribble, squandering
fray
tis time that they dismiss
the crowd
with little time to pray
And leave there did I yet
in state
the same as when I came
with misery and guilt in
tow
and wielding inner pain
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