Devil In the Pullpit
Devil in the Pullpit
It's Sunday service,
and there you are!
A wolf in sheeps clothing,
stalking your prey from afar.
your lambs are oblivious,
they are being led to the slaughter,
one would never suspect you,
not even your own daughter.
People are charmed,
by your style and charisma.
Little could they know,
your intentions are so dismal.
Sinister at best,
to describe your twisted plans.
Seeking out the weak,
who put their trust in your hands.
Externally seen as a "man of God",
internally, you were nothing
more than a modern
day Judas Kiss!
As you prepare your sermon,
no one has a clue;
the man who preaches salvation,
is an evil Pharisee too!
The organ begins to play,
and I feel your cold stare.
Without speaking a word,
the warning is very clear.
Proudly, you once said to me,
"Go ahead and tell if you dare.
You think someone will believe?"
You don't know the power invested in me!
I sit amid the pews,
concealing your secret.
I've held it in for this long,
but I can no longer keep it!
You are a devil in the pullpit,
a serpent among swine.
Ruthlessly carrying out satan's work,
tainting that which is Divine....
Copyright © Jennifer Mullen | Year Posted 2017
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