I awoke this morning and immediately pondered the words of our Lord, "For MY sake have I done these things" and then a rather negative poem started formulating in my head. I realize that it is not very "humble" sounding. It is more of a prophet's cry to the people then a self-abasing realization of my own sinfulness. But, it was in my head and here it is. Nothing eloquent - just a heart cry: The Mask of Christianity Empty smile painted faces Extended hands and social graces Little boys who know their verses Women with designer purses Suits and ties – a bible clutched Whose hearts the Savior has not touched Sit in pews as worship starts With vacant eyes and empty hearts Actors trained and singers taught They sit and rise without a thought Of who He is, and yet they come Their gaze is blank—their hearts are numb They walk around from day-to-day With empty words you hear them say “Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord” Their sheath is bare—they have no sword. A mask of ...
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