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Mya Upton Poem
Fraud
‘Christian’ means Christ-like, but sometimes I feel like, Judas Iscariot trading glory for gain but is it really gain if you lose your soul to attain cash? Let’s flashback
We’re today’s tax collectors sitting in the church thinking what’s life worth? You’re not living for the rush you’re here for the King, you sing all these songs at night and they manifest in your soul, but you’ve already been told
Half the people we call friends wouldn’t sit at our table, if they knew who we really were they would just try to label, us as crazy, maybe they’re right but, they don’t know who prepared this table
They don’t know how we got back up from battle, but they saw us reading, and they saw us breathing, trying to live when we wanted to die -
Hope thing only thing that ever saved us, peace the one thing that can never escape us, love, the feeling that’s going to last forever if we thank the Lord, and we start to adore, His wondrous works
“Fearfully and wonderfully made” till we glance in the mirror, and point out our flaws like God’s not hearing. We prophecy His name but hate His creation, we’re hypocrites to our own laws even though we made them
When we walk in His way we’re walking to God but, when we walk in that church we’re really a fraud
Copyright © Mya Upton | Year Posted 2024
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