The Wages of Sin.
The pastor at the podium..... bible in hand
The congregation belt out ......Take a stand
a soulful hymn, for Jesus.
Trumpets blast....cymbals clash
reverberating within one and all.
The church shakes..threatening to fall
.....what a noise the congregation makes
shouting ,dancing, clapping hands
hysteria increases...as all take a stand
for Jesus.
Amen one man shouts...falls to the ground
writhing and crying a terrifying sound.
A women next to him,hops around the aisle,
humming sweet jesus..........come to me now
others follow her cue...... taking a vow
to serve Jesus forever more.
Soon everyone is shouting, exhorting all from above
To fill them with Jesus love.
Another screams I see Jesus
standing up above.
Yes, Yes others chorus...I see Him now.
I want to see him too..shouts another
stepping over a crumpled man.
Open my eyes , open my heart sweet Jesus
to that wonderful sight.
Children stare bewildered
to see a parent prostrate
filling them with fear.....a terrible state
Yet another cries
I'm moved by the spirit.....
sweat drips from her brow.....
foundation and eye shadow slip
and with sweat ,run an erratic course
down to trembling lips.
All in praise to Jesus. Glory to Him.
Tell me my friends...
aren't we putting ouselves through a lot?
Isn't it time we gave up on sin?
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007
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