A warcry for a pure church pushed me for this poem: "I'm falling apart. Give me God-centered church or give me no home."
The feeling of pain
And all of the hurt
Increasing dismay
Because of the church
Who wouldn't hate
If I have discerned
The church is behaving
Like the old world
Instead of helping
It's pulling me down
More sins are spreading
And ruling with loud
Praises that bend
The full truth around
With this it's letting
Great falsehood abound
The discipline, love
And pursuit of God
Has disappeared from
Their hearts; all are gone
The life-giving Dove
The glorious God's Son
The infinite Father
Is noxious to some
It's compromising
With the world's worldviews
Ignoring doctrines
From the LORD's Good News
It shrunk God's size
Into a box of shoe
Sold His promises
For a waxed hand loot
The craving with greed
Filled with sin and pride
Shows they are not free
Helped by their blind guide
The gates of Hades
Sheol's opened wide
God's ready to feed it
To the Lake of Fire
The church takes sinners
But also their sin
Not purge, but pamper,
Their old selves within
Concerned with numbers
They keep the wolves in
Sheep are devoured
The thieves have broke in
These words are too harsh
For the church to hear
But these are just parts
More sins perched in here
The church is so marred
The first of my fears
Which curse of sin starts:
God is not revered
This environment
Increased my torments
Amplified regrets
I'm being like them
Seeking enjoyment
Everywhere I went
All that I could get
Except on God's Sent
Instead of transformed
I become deformed
I, stead of restored,
Hate being reformed
If I don't believe
In God's power to hold
I would have more griefs
And no room to hope
Here I stand and say
"LORD, through Christ alone,
Clear our hearts today
And give my life a home."
Mahal Kong Nard
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5 years ago