A poem I wrote:
As I look around, there is nothing but disaster-
Christians go to church and start sinning right after
Ignoring God's word, putting self first
Not knowing that they're fools and meaningless is their laughter
But of course they're not aware- they don't listen to the pastor.
Forget about fate; they say, "Nah, that can wait."
They need time to lie, steal, drink, kill, and fornicate.
How you at the club early, but show up to church late
And have the nerve to say, "Sorry, Rev, got a lot on my plate"?
Your actions are stupid, your word is truthless.
Your plate is full of sin, so it's just a deadweight.
You need to be prepared for the day the Lord returns
Instead of searching for protection when you feel the lust burns.
Are you really protected, or condemned and rejected
When our bodies from this earth to the judgment place adjourn?
So before the tables turn, you need to backtrack and refocus your concerns.
No one is perfect, yes, we all fall short
But believers keep ballin', while traitors run off the court.
They let sin beat them, so they don't try any more
But God's true team is determined to keep the high score.
They practice every day by reading God's plays-
His word shows them the way to score points with the Lord.
With all that said, you have to pick a side.
You can't live your life walking a thin line
Like a tightrope; which way do you want to go?
You can choose to follow the Most High who provides, whose dwelling is in the sky
Or you can roll with the captain of deceit, who will take away your joy and leave you bitter from defeat...
What's it gonna be?
