'All Dressed Up Without Jesus' Poem by Linda Winchell

They were all dressed up
Without Jesus.
Looking for a good place to go.
All dressed up in the finest that money could buy
And there was nothing of God that showed.

No one seemed to even see them
As they pranced and strutted along their way.
They thought they were kind of extra special
As they held there noses up and heads away.

Not ever really realizing
That they had nothing really to share.
And that the others were wearing the clothing of Christ
And on their knees in deepest of prayer.

They soon began to feel like outcasts
When they were not paid attention to.
They were all dressed up, but without Jesus
Not the way anyone should be viewing you.