2004-02-06 - 12:03 a.m.
what does it mean to be what you are
how does it look to those
on the metro, in the car
or watching you through windows?
do you live up to the tenants
of disciplined ethics and rules?
is your life attractive to peasants, ladies, lords and fools?
are your modes of travel outdated?
your dates -- outmoded and trite?
cultural relevance -- old and faded?
do you model the words you recite?
hey mister, hey pastor, hey sinner
what if God were to come visit you
would He see a disaster or winner?
would His laser light pierce right on through
the veneer that you wear like a garment
the facade that projects from your mind
which is cleverly spun from a mindset
that is leaving the injured behind
as you spuriously spout your doctrine
in a quest to be what you believe
is the image of God you've concocted
and now proudly you wear on your sleeve
like the deacon awarded "most humble"
with a badge, which his praises did sing,
"but then they had to take it," he grumbled,
"for they caught me wearing the thing!"
you're surrounded with comforts desirous
not too far from the city where mourns
those who shiver in stench with a virus
or the tickling sensation of worms
how can you escape the hell fire
which your bible declares from your shelf
will your Lazurus see your empire
and be comorted by all your wealth?
will you stay in your ivory temple
and live out your life in this club
overlording the scripturally simple
with your good ol' boy network hubbub?
and the words that you use to describe
all the ones who don't meet your approval
do they resonate you with a vibe
which will bring about your swift removal?
will you stand in the visitation
of the God who made heaven and earth
will you hand Him your indoctrination
with a seal that declares what you're worth
or will you meltdown in his presence
and declare that you failed to employ
the amazing provision of blessings
to reach out to those who have no joy
will you look back and see the account
and withdrawals that you could have made
or will you hang your head at the sound
as the image: your life review fades
and the words echo through the debris
of the wood hay and stubble now lying
"as you've done to the lowest of these:
(the widow, the orphan, the dying
those in prison, those stuck in the freeze,
all the ones who were lost and lay crying
like the embers of your selfish deeds
which have kept you from loving in earnest
which have kept you from meeting their needs)
as you've done it to them, now then, learn this:
you have done what you didn't to Me."
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