NEW SLAVERY

They lower their eyes

When their master walks by

Jump and clap when he enters the room

When the master says, "Come"

They take off and run

For fear master will lower the boom

They'll forget the needs

Of their own families

Their own households are going without

Their last dime they will give

Till they've no where to live

But secure, is their master's big house

It's misplaced loyalty

That is so hard to see

Especially among thinking men

How a People oppressed

Could now be in this mess

Except this time

"The boss" looks like them

Under guise of religion

With Bible to back it

A new slave is born; a new work

Now the gullible think

That the churchwork they do

Now eclipses the work of The Church

They are polishing cars

And laying out clothes

And driving, and cooking, and washing

They are grocery shopping

Sweeping and mopping

Repairing, and yard work, and ironing

They are standing on guard

Wiping sweaty brows

Tying shoes, fixing ties, pouring water

And the master's bad kids get more face time from them

Than their own neglected sons and daughters

It's one thing to say, "I appreciate"

It's another to spend one's whole life

Acting like it’s okay

To be a new slave with two masters

And thinking it’s right

From the mouth of the slave

One won't hear, "God said___"

It's always what master says do

If they'd ever just once

Crack a Bible and read it

Their freedom they'd surely pursue

But until then

In houses across the land

The new slave can be found near and far

If they'd do a bit more

Dance and shuffle galore

Maybe they, too, might get a new car--

Or a house, or a boat, or a plane

Or more money, more jewelry

A husband or wife

Or just their name mentioned

A little a attention

From master would be very nice

When you enter a house

You know whose it is

No matter whose name's on the door

And today, shrines to men

Masquerading as churches of God

Are like never before

Service is one thing

Slavery's another

Has the need to be praised gone too far?

It’s time to recall

God's no respecter of persons

But we sheeple certainly are

Are there new slave masters

That some might call "Pastor"

"Apostle", or "Bishop" or "Elder"?

How will you know?

Just watch how things flow

The next time you see one—

If seldom

Will there ever be

Less than twenty-three

Grinning, groveling, and bowing sheeple

Acting as if they forgot

They're supposed to be fed

And worshiping Jesus--not people,

Then you've found the plantation

That looks like a church

Get your keys, coat and Bible and run!

Search 'til you find a place

Where Jesus is praised

'Cause a slave is a slave

There just ain't no two ways

And slavery ain't never been fun.

Search 'till shackles are gone

And imposed binds are loosed

Know-- not all leaders oppress

Some do lead

And never, ever forget

The Son has set you free

And, forever, you are free indeed

That God is your portion

He is your provider

It is upon Him you depend

It is Him, and Him alone

That you serve

Perhaps you forgot that

But never again.

VRWc2010