Where Do I Go?
I don't know,
Rolling hills and deep chills
Sleepless nights I don't feel filled,
The only joy is with my friends
But on this road it makes these bends
The paths start to narrow,
And lifelong friendships end.
Find your calling we are preached,
My lifelong calling is to teach
The torches to burn bright at night
For as long as I can speak my speech.
Teach students how we began
What is truth what are the shams?
How do we plan?
How can I AM?
There we go,
I want to,no, I love to talk about God and His character
But sometimes people turn Him to a caricature.
We pick and choose
We refuse to lose
We just pray
The hell away
We do good things
And He will bring,
Salvation to us.
So don't cuss
Don't you dare eat meat
Don't you dare think
Listen, shut up,
clink, clink, clink.
Another penny towards the church prophet's profits,
Another stained glass window to draw our attention.
More people more money straight into the prophet's pockets,
Dazzling lights for the kids with no retention.
Big organs pretty music bishops and the priest,
Bigger baskets for your money and a comforter for your knees,
Plugging their ears to the homeless peoples pleas
Telling the gays that they are filled with some kind of disease.
Wow that bishop has a pretty cool spear
That's a cane
That's a hook
Wait a second he's a crook,
He just took my wallet laying under my seat!
Well I guess now we're even because I'm a lying cheat.
Beauty on the outside: gold and jewels.
Riches on the inside: ghouls and tools,
Mimicking our schools which are filled with fools
Forgetting that Jesus rode in on a mule.
Hosanna Hosanna cries
A small church not concerned,
About money fame or the amount of people.
A church where kids can actually learn,
Meeting in a warehouse no marble no steeple.
No marvel no evil.
One pastor no mic.
We've actually changed since the time of medieval
Facebook page only has ten likes
And yet the exact opposite of feeble.
Trying to enter through the eye of the needle
You’ll need a lil bit more than holy water,
'Cause God’ll give you more than you can barter,
You care more about watching charter than taking care of God's bride,
While ten apostles became martyrs so you would open your damn eyes.
Over your eyes glaze this gloss
So let me just defrost your thoughts
I killed Jesus and so did you
So did every Gentile and Jew
There is absolutely nothing we can do
To get to salvation by paying your way through.
His blood was shed and we were the cause
So let us weep for such a feeling loss.
Because we are the reason Jesus was on that cross.
This poem travels through two major points. My calling in life. This transitions into our depiction of God and the corruption of the church.