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Christians Aren’t So Christian Anymore
Christians aren’t so Christian now— The Cross is strangely Light— It weighs no more than Fashion’s thread Or Vapor in the Night— They speak His Name as one would coin To purchase earthly Gain— And barter Mercy at the Door For Certain of Pain— The Hymns are tuned to Vanity, The Prayers to public View— The Poor still knock with wounded Hands— Unanswered—at their doors— Once Faith was stitched with trembling Thread In quiet rooms of Dust— Where no Applause disturbed the Knees That bent because they must— Now Judgment lifts a Scarlet flag Where Love once kept her Tent— And Stones are cast with Scripture’s weight But none with Tears are sent— If Christ should walk these pews today In borrowed Flesh and Breath, They’d ask His Politics before They asked Him about Death— Yet still a Sparrow dares to sing Above the Market’s Roar— And God remains where God has been— Behind the slammed Front Door— For Faith is not the Noise it makes, Nor Banners, nor the Crowd— It is the unseen breaking Heart That dares to whisper Loud.
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