“It’s In Church” poem.
It’s only in church
You’ll find a pastor talking,
Negatively of those in the bar
But you’ll never find a drunk person,
Talking about a hypocritical Pastor in a bar
It’s in church
Where the stolen taxes,
Are remitted to help the poor
Is it helping or stealing
It’s no longer safe in those churches
It’s in the church
You find women fighting for a junior pastor
They’re hating each other and even not talking
If this isn’t confusion, then what is it?
Why make the devil happy
I used to wonder why
They’re building bigger churches than stadiums
Then it hit me point-blank.
It’s the place they hide their atrocities
And their numbers are growing
It’s only in the church
That when you slightly backslide
You’re considered an outcast
You become a point of discussion
Instead of being won back to Christ
It’s in those same churches
Those with fat pockets
Are made the elders
And those their pockets are battling
Are shunned
It’s in the church
Praise and worship will be at the peak
But you’ll find a brother soundly sleeping
And if he’s of high social class
That’ll be taken as fatigue
But the poor will be prayed for,
…because it’s demonic to sleep in church
After noticing all these
I have a question
Why are you making the devil that happy?
Why are you judging others for sinning differently?
Think about your notion of that building.
©️Kelvin Jasi, 2021.