The Church

When we think of church we think of a duty

We think of Sunday morning brushing up and getting clean

We think of hiding our sins, our ugly secrets, our spots and schemes

But church shouldn’t be about that, it’s should be a place of comfort

 

Like when you walk into the doors all your sin and failures can be uncovered

But unfortunately our pride and insecurity stands actively in the way

We begin to open up but then feel the sin like it wasn’t washed away

We’ve got to get over this fear, we need to be courageous

 

Open the flood gates in our hearts and embrace the gift of salvation

We need to knock down our lovely façade of neatness

Paul said that knowing Jesus, he could boast in his weakness

After all, His love and grace is sufficient

 

When Christ looks at you He doesn’t see your sin

Because it’s washed away from forgiveness

So tell me then, Church, why we mask our true selves

Why don’t we let anyone see when we’re hurting and need help

 

What’s the point of the church if we’re not building each other up

Where’s the edification, I believe it hiding in the crud

It’s hiding behind our judgmental stares

Our critical laughter and lacking cares

 

So what are we going to do to make a change

Sit in a pew for another Sunday game

Waiting for someone to care and show us the way

Or are we going to stand and be bold

And say what we need to say

Reviews

[Potter]

very well said. I agree as well.

Lead, follow, or allow someone to do it! (and get out of their way)

[That1Nerd23]

Exactly! (:

[Stanley Wilson]

very good you got the message across nice poem

[That1Nerd23]

Thank you so much.