Salvation Poem by kipper Stagg

I used to listen to you talk about 'Compassion' and love and how we as a society have become selfish and greedy.

And oh! How you loved it being the centre of attention vying for everyone's affection your sermons encapsulated us like a well fitting glove

We should try to live like saints and share our love, throw away possessions,
Live simply and try to help the needy.

God loves a sinner and that's every one of us.
His forgiveness has a force so great that we could not imagine
And oh! The power of his love!

yet do but one wrong thing and there will be no forgiveness.
It's hell for us all. Cast out Self indulgence, lust, greed and self satisfaction!

But I tell you this! Hell is other people, and as for the needy where were you when others called for help and you turned your back?

You where a showman, good at playing on people's heart strings, words come cheep; sentiment can't heal the sick and needy only actions.

Yet strangely people still love you? they listen fervently to your sermons unaware it's all an act, your veneer had slipped and for one second and I saw the real you.

You have no faith! It's all a well rehearsed act, a job chosen to keep your mother happy or ensure you free passage into heaven.

Perhaps there was faith once? Or fear? But not now! You allowed the self to take centre stage and forsook all others.

I was your greatest follower once, but I saw the other you! The real you!
You where no different to those you would preach about, the selfish and greedy,

You never helped the needy!