Sorry Via dolarossa this poem didn’t go in the direction I thought it would 🥴

Our church?

For those in church
Who are pre judged
because their style of clothes,
The ones who have an opinion on everything that must be adhered by all,
For Mr Angry who is always ready to criticise
The young guy who has practice hard his three cord dreaming to be one of the worship band,
The stay at home mom with time on her hand
would love to help but, disheartened to find,
that volunteering for a job is like waiting on, dead man’s shoes,

For the ones who are there every Sunday but nobody can Remember their name,
For the lost, lonely,
Unlovely,
those unprepared to bend their will,

For the peace makers who run around like a headless chicken trying to find common ground,
Even those who compromise the gospel, God had a word for them, but will they listen?

All have been called to this place for a time like this
Is God building with bananas
Cos they don’t seem to stack up?
They’re not those expected to come
Is this the church for them?
Will they not be fit in better at the city mission down town
Where their problems are accommodated better
So I’m told.

For the nimbys who have set them selves up as guardians
Just a thought,
Jesus has called each one to this place?

I’m sat here wondering
Are all being so heavenly minded

If Jesus went and sat in the ministers seat,
Will they recognise His Awe and Majesty or guide him to another pew?
I know Jesus has a place for all He has brought here ?
But at the moment,
I know it your vision
I can’t see the wood for the creeds!
 

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