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“Come one! Come All!”
The leader decreed –
“Be all you can be
At the Church that of Me”!
He stood at the door
And greeted his Flock –
Many traveled quite far
To hear this man talk –
He ascended the steps
And began then to preach –
At the “Pulpit of Self”
This message did Teach: -
No need for fat Bibles
To infringe on our space –
For the Doctrine of “Me”
Is the truth we Embrace!
No need for a Savior
On an old Rugged Cross –
For, To be in touch with oneself,
Is not to be Lost!
No need for a dress code,
For our God doesn’t care –
Be it tie-dyed
Halters, or tank-tops we wear –
Progressive Dynamic,
In step with the times –
Where your truth is yours –
And my truth is mine – |
No Spiritual Condemnation,
To bring down our mood –
No shame laden guilt,
That Sin will exude –
He gave them the Sermon,
They wanted to hear –
“Write your own ticket,
And nothing do Fear”
Peaches and Cream
Spiritual fluff –
They ate it all up,
They could not get enough!
He smiled in their face
As they departed the floor
And continued to do so
As he showed them the door –
All now departed
He peeled off his grin
Revealing “The truth”
Of the “Pastor of sin”
Beware the Toll of His Bells
For death this man Sells,
Beware the stench of the message,
Of the Pulpit from Hell!!!
James Anthony Thomas |
