Why is it we pray
Only when we are
Desperate and in pain
Why do we turn
Our backs
Salvation we forsake
Swimming in our
Sorrows
Wading in our
Faith
With the minnows
At our feet
Casting our lure
Into the streams
Of yesterday
Slinging strings
Of spiritual warfare
Like a bridal bouquet
Lashing souls
Eliciting pain
Getting off on
Another's misery
Seeking shallow praise
Sinners posing as saints
Calling out His name
In the face of suffering
With expectations of
Mercy and grace
My God! - but
Where is our thanks
Entitlement runs deep
Within our selfish veins
Falling astray
Like lost little sheep
The Steward falls weary
And the angels weep
Our false sacraments
A testament to our naivete
Of a regurgitated faith
That which we have sowed
We shall reap


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