Below is the poem entitled The Collection Plate is not a Payphone which was written by poet
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The preachers say they have my God on speed dial
A ladder to the heavens once again
Operator, put me through directly
This time I just don’t wanna go through them
I fear my calls may not have been delivered
And maybe I don’t have the time to wait
Now I am concerned that I’ll be buried
And that the payphone in the church is just a plate
I surely can’t contest the pulpit masters
Indeed I have transgressed a righteous law
But if it is God’s laws that I have broken
Why is it a man who flaps his jaw
What man can say that he will end my quarrel
With the One that I offended through and through
Is there a mercy store with clerks who sell forgiveness?
Is there anything that God Himself will do?
Never will they have to pass my message
I will place my own confession in His hand
At least if I'm beyond my rights to do it
For that, I will not answer to a man
Kyle Ezra Kriticos