Amen! Amen!

They came, they saw
They left in awe
The good, ‘godly’ show
That we’ve come to know
They waved their hands
And shouted, “Amen!”
But they can’t reap their labor
It’s been spoiled by their hearts to the neighbor
They cried out to God
But He saw the depths of their hearts
Judging the sin of their fellow man
Lent no hand, crossed legs,
     retrieved church fan.
They appear to be holy, they appear to be righteous
But it might just
Be for the show
A show God didn’t orchestrate I know
Because He said to love all man
And He would judge all through the land
But we appraise ourselves above our worth
We take God’s job; we become the new church
The ones who proclaim God’s word
But has it reserved
For the fellow friend
And not those lost within
Searching for an answer to their pain
Unaware for their sins that the Lamb was slain
But they were frowned upon by the members
They never got to surrender
Their broken hearts to God
Those self-righteous hearts were too hard
To see that church is not for just the ‘Godly’ but the broken
For the souls seeking the One who was chosen
To save us all from our sins
To take the broken hearts in His hand to mend
But those who were weary couldn’t see past the noses
              in the air
They looked for a sign, they went for a prayer
Now the love of God was hard to be seen
The smiles on the church faces don’t show what they mean
Lights, camera, ready for the show
This wasn’t the plan of God I know
Because He said to love all man
Not just the good, not just our friend
So, please cleanse me O, God!
Remind me it is by Your rod
We are comforted
And it is Your word when confronted
That shall be sweet as honey
To a broken man’s ears
It’s Your words that will soothe his fears
Remove my pride
And my self-righteous high
When a fellow sinner
Comes to be delivered
I don’t want to be the new church
Because without You we’re not worth
Much at all
I don’t want my pride, I don’t want to fall
So dim the lights on the stage we’ve made
Close the lens, the scene goes to fade
Though we try, let the sins of our own life no longer hide… 
                from you
Lead us to the unpopular, the broken, those cast aside
Away from the show
Because that is Your plan I know.

Copyright 2017




Author: grantedgrace72

You need to know me? I am an old youth. Late to grow. Yet grateful of the time given by the Lord. Under His watchful eye, I am redirected, chastened, and chided. My heart is fragile, broken, and a work in progress. The Lord delicately puts me together as if mending glass. My pieces are not visibly shown. Hurt words leave my mouth, the sharp edges of my broken glass; though my heart speaks a different beat. A common factor in our time. My ways have sent me astray from the Lord’s path. I am no different than you. The Lord uses His timetable, methods, and avenues to lead us back to Him…if we will listen. Heavenly Father, Open my ears to hear Your gentle voice. Soften my heart so that I will heed Your words. Guide my feet so that I may walk in line with Your will. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen! PhotoCredit: