Church
The morn of this lovely day, so bright and brilliant with the glory of God.
I dress for church reluctantly, not knowing the real reason for feeling this way on this glorious Sunday.
Could it be that my bright envision of the church grows dim against what may seem odd?
Is my judgment by inferior eyes? Or could it be that I am all churched out?
Is it redundancy? Or is it, the community of the church that I have my doubt?
Could it be that there is a spiritual slump in me from all the theatrics that tramples over theology?
Is it, all the emotional and superfluous pleading for money that burns me?
Is the church fruitful in its pledge?
Or, is the moral of the church declining on a sloping ledge?
Jesus: said that it will be by our fruit that people would live life.
Is it not, that the Lord is the bridegroom and the church the wife?
I will stand true in my faith with God when those who scupper and left in the lurch.
For, my Love and belief in God is a concrete cornerstone to the Lord's church.
Here in the solitude of my home, my confusion is reigned over by God's divine merit.
I am in rapture with the holy spirit.
I sing praise in Jesus's name.
Faithful words of love to him I proclaim.
copyright March 23, 2017
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