fashion show, runway Sunday
the whispers, the strippers in the choirthe deacons desirethe aisles, red carpet paradesushers but pimps on the weekdays, wild youthits just the sad truththe Bishop's office, drug dealers marketthat's why the first lady is in the mercedesthe same tradition exhibitionthe front row Holy Ghost Showso sanctified, hands waving like a tide, misusing the tithes worldwidetoday's church is so foul, rather sit in a burning bushme God and my trials
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T'ya says: The last two lines of this piece ended with me having tears and chills. This is beyond a truthful piece. I grew up in one of those small churches where everyone knew each other and God actually was the headliner and the church's center of attention. Peace and sanctity is no longer found within the church. We can no longer go to the church for help or guidance for fear of judgement or criticism. The church used to be for the community, now it's a show for those who can afford to attend. I believe having a relationship with God will lead you in the direction towards Him...whether it's within a church home or your own home! Great write! |
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NternallyMe says: This poem is beautifully written. Very much needed in the eyes of the church now days.. It inspires and provokes my thoughts.. Thank you! |
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NternallyMe says: This poem is beautifully written. Very much needed in the eyes of the church now days.. It inspires and provokes my thoughts.. Thank you! |
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