I'M Yet Praying - Poem by Tondalaya Jefferson
We go to church to praise the lord but a few short hours ago we praising Beyonce for being a single lady
And we kneel at the throne when not long ago we were cursing his very name because something in this earthly world went wrong and it pissed you off.
We sung his praises from the choir stand when just last week you were singing in the studio about how a man slapped you kicked you raped you then left you.
But I digress you see you were first in line to read the scriptures the words of the lord when just last night you were reading the sex chronicles and imagining things I dare not speak.
On the special day you preach the gospel to the followers and the non believers yet on a Friday you were calling all ya friends telling them why Luke left Laura and why the world turns and about that guiding light at the general hospital.
I just don't get it. We give sooo much energy to the material things in life but find it soo hard to stay awake for church.
We spend ungodly amounts of money on things that we can't take with us, and ignore the simple fact that church and God are the only thing that are truly free in this world.
Tell me my people why are we soo caught up in the race of god but can't run the race that will get you to him.
Forgive them lord for they know not what they do.
And as for you.
Well I'm yet praying
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