There goes the church-bell's ring;

once again praise and thanksgiving will sing.

Don't ever say that's not for me;

just check it out, go and see.

Oh but the churches are full of hypocrites;

that's why they're there, called to the summit.

Even the scandals that surface everywhere;

here comes the devil, surely not to spare.

The faithful's anchor grips the solid ground;

spiritually focused, never earthbound.

There's the devil, sitting in the pews;

he's always there, not really new news.

No one is saved merely by their churchgoing;

not by their prostrations, it's what's underlying.

Yet those those who walk by faith, not sight;

they gather with other believers, fulfilled Israelites.

There goes the church-bell's ring;

a soothing invitation, what's your thing?

Impostors will come, impostors will go;

all of us will reap exactly what we sow.