Boast, most enthusiastically
But, little of His character is seen consistently
His words are cherry-picked and butchered; stripped of relevance
The wasteful stuff done in His name, makes not one lick of sense
Performative and fashionable, but no traces of Him
You want to see, but where is He?
All you can see is THEM
Steeped in their traditions
Pushing the latest trends
But, should HE ever show up there
He’d hardly comprehend:
Why so many are broken, hurt,
And scattered far and wide
Why He must have a pre-paid ticket, just to get inside
Why the noise is anything but joyful, and sincere
Why hirelings think they’ve power to charge the atmosphere
They’re making Him a laughingstock
Peculiar? No. Just weird
So busy doing them, they don’t know He has disappeared
But, they go on without Him
They just want His name, and fame
Three years passed, and look, alas,
Not one darned thing has changed
Building bigger barns, emblazoned with their names and faces
No distinction; no different than any other places
Leaders picked—not qualified to speak, let alone lead
Lament a great falling away, that their prayers can’t impede
So many long to find a safe, authentic place to go
Get there, but quickly realize, it’s just another show
Another place to be a fan, bamboozled, and misused
Another place to take up space; satisfy the amused
A get-rich-quick platform
Upon which human vultures perch
Another lean, for-profit scheme
That’s dressed up as a church
Copycats and wannabes, all vying for attention
Strange titles and positions— far too numerous to mention
One thing’s sure, they’ve perfected the superficial stuff:
Clichés, manufactured praise
And trite, self-serving fluff
Funny, how they boast of the exciting time they had
Seems to me, an honoree might be a little mad
If everything done at His party, lauded other men
If every praise, at every phase, ignored Him once again
If every time attention to Him, took a needed turn
Someone thought some other thing was more pressing to learn
Where’s the skill; the excellence
Where’s the sincerity?
Where’s leadership, and competence?
Where’s the integrity?
Can anybody with an inkling, just decide one day
To repurpose a building
And grift, and grift away?
Decreeing and declaring
But, with not an ounce of power
Yelling, screaming, dancing, schilling, hour after hour
While souls, so lost; regret the cost
They paid for promises
And empty words, devoid of substance, truth, and righteousness
Did the self-righteous learn anything while viruses attacked?
Has anyone conceded that the one thing members lacked
Was how to BE the church?
It’s clear they know how to perform
They know how to convince themselves that their way is the norm
They know how to applaud themselves
And judge what others do
They know how downplay abuse
Hypocrisy’s not new
Perhaps it’s time to stop the show; ask God to intervene
Teach people how to serve, and what true worship really means
Because the sideshows just won’t do
Many are through with them
And they’re not going back, until the focus is on Him
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