The people in the rows
Of chairs
Standing with their arms
In front of them
With their eyes closed
And mouths moving....

Usually churches are full of life
And happiness,
And truth.
They're full of people
With love in their hearts
For something they believe.
I do not mind that at all.

But....that church.
Full of empty hearted people
With pursed lips
Singing hollow praises
To a god that is vacant in their heart.
They claim of god saving lives
And speaking in tongue,
The holy spirit working in and through them.

But....I can see it.
In their smiles
And in their third spouses.
In the way they pray,
Which is so off.
They push him upon you
And cannot pray simple but firm,
They pray with false sureness
And place fat hands on you and ramble
And talk to you in all knowing voice.

This is how it isn't really church,
It's full of false hope
And desperate lies.