James Tipp (20-06-1945 / East London)
I Poem For Women in the Church
When God decided to enter our world
He gave it a lot of thought
He wanted people to know who He was
The problem really was fraught
Just to arrive out of nowhere
In a bush all burning and bright
Seemed a good idea at one time
This time it didn’t feel right.
I know Ill go as a baby
But I’ll need a woman as well
The problems he laid for the future
You never really could tell.
For women were deemed inferior
Not up to the task of us men
The problem remained such a real one
Nothing has changed much since then.
When Jesus preached of the Kingdom
With fishermen safe by his side
The women might have complained
Lord are we here just for the ride? .
We cook and we clean and we polish
We keep the lot of you fed
But we only get mentioned in passing
As if it might go to our head
It was the women who allowed them the freedom
To go about healing the sick
Were there when they came home quite tired
Who never complained gave them stick.
No the women were towers of strength then
They are towers of strength still today
But the way they get treated by some folk
You’d think they were just in the way.
When the spirit began to change lives
To thrill and inspire was the game
He looked at the people before him
And treated them all just the same
He never noticed their gender
Their function would all be the same
To tell of the Lords resurrection
To heal the world of its pain
Mary the first one to witness
The Lord as he rose from the grave
The world would marvel at her words
The one whose life had been saved.
Others would follower her leading
The church was made up of all
But only the males got the calling
If you think that’s true, your a fool
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