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Religion's Church Sickness.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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People are dying everywhere

Hell’s queue grows daily more

While churches fail life’s facts to share

Behind religion’s door


Religion’s a sickness in churches

Traditions cause much debris

When this, one deeply researches

The truth may set them free


Since Matthew, Mark saints Luke and John

Since Paul, God’s word arranged

The facts Christ’s flock relied upon

Customs have sorely changed


Pastors have come, shepherds have gone

God’s sheep have sought to graze

To eat and learn of Christ God’s Son

And set their hearts ablaze


While one said this; another that!

In truth, or by mistake

Through camels or a meagre gnat

Factions began to break   


Members grow feeble, regulars fail

Famine follows the drought

Churches empty end up for sale

While lost souls, watch in doubt


False religions and cults grow wild

Like tears amongst the wheat

While sinners die un-reconciled

Through so-called God’s elite


Squabble; squabble, like worldwide fools

Like dogs after a bone

Obeying tradition’s manmade rules

Instead of Jesus’ own…..

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Submitted: Friday, October 5, 2018

Last Updated: Saturday, October 6, 2018

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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