Sad, you breathe in His unmerited favour
But breathe out condemnation
As if the damnation you describe
Everytime I stumble is not where
I am already living.
I need not die to go to hell!
Everytime I enter church,
Favouritism is the first to greet me,
She ushers me down the aisle
To an empty seat
And I see you greet the “haves”.
The lips that sing “Hallelujah”
Are stained with tears of those they hurt;
I wonder if their hymn reaches Him.
This church have walls high enough
To keep out the wanderers
But not high enough
To prevent fornication from creeping in
And crawling up between the thighs of the youths!
Listen! Listen!
Listen to all the lamentations enveloped
In joyful praises!
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