This poem turned into, one of my most requested, and well recieved, songs.

His Church was once a fountain,
of waters, pure and clean.

 A place where man's salvation,
was honed sharp and keen.

Where fellowship abided,
where the truth, was always heard.

Where there was but, one answer:
His loving, living, Word.

But, time has taken over,
man, has had his way.

The apostles would only tremble,
if they saw ,His Church, today.

The reckless faith of prosperity,
the ties to a wicked world.


 The soiled and amended translations, of His truth, that once was heard.

Complacency and a need to belong, to mold itself to stayus quo, to heart beat, of the ever sinning, throng.

The pastor's speech is eloquent,
he's got a real degree.

His credentials and acceptance,
echo, down the halls.

What ever happened, to the, Pastor ,
 Holy Spirit, called?

 What happened to the counselor,
 with Bible verse in hand?


 We're told to seek our answers,
to our troubles and our doubt.

From educated specialists,
who often, leave God out.

Our time is allocated,
 to work, and, then to play.

How much time do we really take,
 to get on our knees, and pray?

We're casting out his minions,
we think we're binding satan's hands.

What happened to resisting,
 an obedient life to show?

His Word, says: then he'll flee from us,
he'll leave us alone.


 But obedience isn't popular,
Lordship, it's, not in.

We look the other way, and discredit,
the messenger, when confronted,
with our sin.