You count the sins
you see the death that they bring
It makes you look down upon yourself
and others
as you ‘joyously’ sing
You punish yourself
you throw yourself down at the altar
begging and pleading
You are prayed over
babbling and believing
then, told to catch up on your reading
It’s time to feel terrible again
time for the preacher to condemn
Pass the plate
Feeling the hate
when your offerings are slim
During the week
you are an empty shell
Nothing but trials are what you know
You memorize the verse
and you’d better rehearse
the front for the Sunday show
Oh, those sins
you cannot let the world see
What would they say?
Behind the doors you crumble
tumble and fumble
You ask yourself, “Why, God, do you not see me today?”
My friend, He is with you
closer than you know
Those temples are not His home
He is everywhere
In everything, He dwells
Under the cover of each stone
My brother, sister, He is in you
loud and clear, He can tell you
Do you not hear the voice?
Is His Word muffled with a religious righteousness
or silenced by the denomination
or the sect of your choice?
You will never earn that place
You cannot grasp His grace
Stop trying to appease
When you see the cross
and see the place He took for the perfection we’ve lost
you’ll know that God is well pleased
Love thy God, neighbor and self
Those are the greatest of His commands
When we allow those things to be at the center of our hearts
We’ll be able to see His plans
Great post 🙂
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