A cry for the church

The preacher cries, *“Give your life to Christ!”*

He leads us in, with gentle insistence,

But inside the walls where truth should dwell,

The noise resounds, like a marketplace spell.

Whispers of gossip, jesting in vain,

Hearts bound in lust, rebellion, and pain.

Distractions cloud the sacred word,

The voice of the gospel goes faint, unheard.

The world walks in with its pride and show,

Traditions paraded where grace should flow.

Some try to aid the hand of God,

Yet stumble in zeal, unwise, untrod.

Many chant with lips, but hearts are far,

Many pray amiss, chasing falling stars.

Dancing is loved above the Word,

Prosperity sought, salvation deferred.

Religion thrives where Spirit should reign,

True worship forgotten, hollow remains.

Some beg the Father like strangers outside,

While others commune as children, allied.

O Lord of Heaven, hear our plea,

Raise men of truth, of purity.

A people shaped by Your own heart,

To mend the breach, a holy start.

Father, give Your church rebirth,

A flame of heaven upon the earth.

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