THE DEAD CHURCH

The church is dead;/ the coffin is its bed/ where it lays its head./

 It’s supposed to protect us but instead/ it robs us of our daily bread./

 On their own they close their eyes,/ that’s no surprise/ But they insist salvation is of no price./

 We live but we are hardly alive./ They receive while we hardly survive./

 We give for them to enjoy their extravagant life./

 Church was where God dwells,/ nowadays church is where a pocket swells./

 Where to conduct miracle sales,/ where anointing oil, holy water sells./

 So come time for worship they ring the church bells/ to remind you to come and feed their corrupt selves./

 Church lost meaning when they stopped preaching about His Grace/ and started preaching material success./ They charge to bless!/

 Church ministers comfortable with the congregation worshipping them like gods and goddesses./

 Love became less and less/ and unless/ you offer them something you are considered as a mess./

 Jesus will come like a thief in the night./ The church comes with thieves in day light./

 And so now we know they lied./ They say they use the offering to take the church to greater heights./

 I won’t be shocked if the congregants start asking for receipts/ coz they are tired of these deceits./

They want a bigger congregation so they add more seats./

 They don’t want to bring people to salvation but they are only interested in their treats./

Church full of many little mischiefs/ and yet they call us the misfits./

 The church pushed me away./ They say/ they preach the gospel but instead of showing me the way/ they led me astray./

This is the story of a church’s end/ that was once reverend/

Just before the world ends there will be incest,/ intense/ mind games, love of money and sex./

 Churches preaching material success,/ anti-church protests,/ false prophets,/ evil will simply manifest/ the honest will detest./

 Churches and holy tricks/ pastors in politics./ Congregation exchanging blows like little Evander Holyfields./

 This is the life that we are living in./ we need a cure, we need medicine./

 Churches are being burnt like we have never seen./

 Pastors preach to please/ and don’t teach but tease/

 So instead of preaching and teaching they are cheating and teasing,/ squeezing/ us off our last earning calling it offering and tithes./

Immoral pastors blaming it on our sisters’ short skirts and tights./

 Church fights/ for power and rights./

 No one is spotless,/ yes,/ even the priests preaches/ angels but rolls with witches./

 He says/ the churches/ are real but in real sense/ they focus less and less/ on spiritual growth but we still live coz of his mercy and Grace./

 So he places/ his hands like he blesses/ but in place he takes ‘S’/ and leaves us with ‘HIT’ so he thinks he stinks less/ and in the process/ he leaves us lifeless./

 So we don’t make progress/ coz protégés/ of selfless/ characters are not found. So we end up living with fake promises,/ hopelessness/ as seen through our faces./

 We need no assistance/ to see the corrupt systems/ for instance/ our sisters/ hurt with certain misters,/ relatives, church ministers./

 And counseling based on horizontal basis/ and fake church selection processes/ and supporting them with verses that are baseless./

 They watch the rich oppress the poor/ while they praise to be pure/ and yet they live no space for cure/ of poverty.

The followers are living in tents/ while they live in mansionettes./ Members are running on credit debts,/ their diaries full of auctioneer dates./

They teach fakes lessons/ and they wonder why nobody listens/ and don’t even take note as the faith of their congregants lessens./  

They  lead/ by greed/ and the hungry they never feed./ actions speak louder than words but from them we hardly ever see a good deed./

This is the story of a dead church/ that needs to come back to being God’s Church/