When each of us, reach another,
a soul can be eternally saved;
the path has been laid out and
you must be courageously brave!
Are you willing to die to self?
Can you access the mind of Christ?
Do others see that you live for Him?
Do you have… His everlasting Life?
Better than a sermon on your lips,
is a contented spirit of humility;
in Life’s brokenness, you can shine
with His Light and vulnerability.
Christianity isn’t for wimpy souls;
many have died, having been martyred.
Become born-again on this very day;
Faith with Christ, can’t be bartered.
John 3:7; Matt 28:18-20 and
You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Life is a sermon
But we don't often preach
As well as we should
So we fail to reach
The hearts of those
Who sit down in the pews
Expecting a sermon
But left thoroughly confused
Because our lives don't always
Preach the same message
We had in our hearts
When we stepped up to the pulpit
So are we just wasting time
Of those who would listen
Preaching vacant words
Void of passion and mission?
Or does our sermon deliver
A powerful punch
A life-changing message of wisdom
Such that people are inspired
And leave their pews moved
To know God a little deeper
Anxious to choose
To invest their lives wisely
In people not things
Pouring love generously
Like a gift from the King
May your life be a sermon
That points others to God
Shedding light on the dark roads
We all have to trod
Because there's nothing more wasted
Than a life without purpose
A sermon preached aimlessly
Uninteresting and worthless
Friends, I beg you
Preach your life with such zeal
Make the evidence unshakable
That God's love is real
My Flock, it is time
for us to fall into place--
away from their cardboard Hell,
and towards finding grace!
We have no need to be here
alongside devils aplenty,
because their scaly hides
abrade our sanctity!
For too long we've been made
to take part in the madness,
but now we break free
to abolish this apparatus!
We are worth so much
more than the bones
they throw to us in
arrogance from their thrones!
No more chains
and no more power
for narcissistic tyrants
perched upon ivory towers!
This is a Mass Exodus,
and we will depart
from their wicked ways,
even if we must tear their threat apart!
my Flock... I have sinned
led one of you astray
thrown consideration to the wind
into the depths of dismay
my intentions were always true,
but they weren't good enough
i always tried to think of you--
this may be sacrilege, but it is no bluff
the heart wants what it wants;
mine wanted another
this is not the sin, but what does haunt
is how my actions now smother
smother you beneath brimstone
under hot, callous coals
and I cannot atone,
nor purge the guilt from my soul
in wandering towards other pastures
i left you behind in the valley of shadows
forgive my godawful gestures--
for this guilt calls me to gallows
YOU CANNOT ERASE US!
We are not stains upon a page,
nor are we mistakes to be purged!
Of your ignorance, we rage.
Who are you to make a mockery?
We sing quietly and write our songs,
whilst you laugh and cast stones!
Making us feel as if we don't belong!
Damnation and brimstone upon your heads!
We don't deserve this abuse,
and we won't take it lying down anymore,
for of your self-righteousness we are not amused!
No more Valleys, Shadows, or Death!
We are not afraid to face your evil,
we fear no man, no wickedness...
AND WE SHALL BOW BEFORE NO DEVILS!
My Flock, there is tragedy we must rectify
Who among you will stand to testify?!
Dwindling is the candle of belief!
It's burned brightly, bow now at both ends!
We are in need of a spark--
another flame to provide relief!
I come before you to preach resolve!
No longer do we strive beyond our nine to fives!
No longer do we do more than live our lives!
No longer are we more than drones within our hives!
There is something out there worth standing for!
There is something you've always wanted before!
If your heart is beating, sitting is cheating!
Cheating yourself of your truest meaning!
Go and stand up
Go get what it is that you want
Go, because anything less is not enough!
My Flock, must we endure
these Godawful discrimination?
Must we be blackened--
branded, by this bastardization?
Cast aside and left behind?
By the demons that demonize?
The errors of their ways,
they don't even care to realize!
You are NOT black sheep,
nor are you pariahs,
merely because you're
belittled by self-proclaimed messiahs!
To Hell with these heathens--
sardonic sadists, berating with pleasure,
proving themselves hellish hedonists!
We are no strangers to the anger,
but due to no fault of our own!
We strive to find green pastures,
though they leave us with no home!
They treat us like lepers--
throw us away like trash!
They take what they want,
then discard us like cigarette ash!
We are people with names,
not their dirty scapegoats
to go and place their blames!
My Flock, do not turn the other cheek!
WE ARE NOT OUTCASTS
We are a proud people,
and this abuse will not last!
My Flock, you live in greener pastures
You've traversed the Valleys, Shadows, and Death,
so now you sleep away your troubles
as you rest and catch your breath
Brethren, I've come to say you've rested enough!
You all deserve peace, but remember your past
If you forget the Devil is not far behind
then this tranquility will not last!
On occasion, we must forsake our pleasure
for an ever greater good and gain
This is to say, we must take appropriate measures!
Open your eyes!
Asleep, we fall into the false security of dreams
where nightmares are forgotten
and we relish things that are not as they seem!
There is nothing wrong with a well deserved break,
but you must not forget from whence you came!
Who are you that you do know your history?!
Surely, a soul who knows not will suffer more of the same!
My Flock--rise from your seats!
Which of you are aggrieved?
Just stricken with deceit?
Who cries to be relieved?
I know, well, your troubles!
I know, well, what ails you!
Snakes slither so subtle--
Even beneath these pews!
Friends, beware the Devil
With a Thousand Faces!
Beware all his evils,
And his tainted graces!
He goes by many names--
Appears in all places!
His Thousand souls, the same--
You may not see traces!
He is a sneaky soul
Who wants to spread his Hell,
And seeks to gain control!
Now, countless he has fell!
He may not smell of sin,
Or even bear black hooves,
But the evil within
Shall be unspoken proof!
Stray far away and pray
For a life free without
The hellish games he plays!
Friends, do not suffer doubt!