The Real Deal

On Sunday morning pews fill up,

as people take their seats.

Saints appear as though from above.

Though they were sinners throughout the week.

Perfect smiling faces.

Hiding broken hearts and lives.

Keeping up with appearances.

Is the only way to survive.

The preacher speaks on hope and faith.

While thoughts turn to plans ahead.

They've come to the green pasture.

But they still refuse to be fed.

They say they have religion.

They know they are heaven bound.

But deep inside they are breaking.

That is, when no one is around.

The fire once burned bright in them.

But only embers now remain.

They strive to reach perfection.

But the fight is all in vain.

No amount of Sunday worship.

Or extra twenties in the plate.

Can give you what you need.

To make the pain go away.

A REAL relationship with Jesus.

 

Not just small talk and Sunday best.

A real prayer of confession.

Is the only way to find true rest.

It isn't always easy.

The rode is not always smooth and clear.

But with Jesus as your guide.

You have nothing to fear.

Just trust that he knows best.

When the world seems at its worst.

And know he gives us what we need.

Not what we really deserve.

He will lead you through life’s paths.

To where you need to be.

And when your life is finally through.

He will be waiting at eternity.

 

Flora C. Alexander 8/30/13

Reviews

[Minnesota~Moon]

Pretty much nailed it, thanks for writing this