If The Trumpet Is Blown Poem by Pius Didier

If the trumpet is blown today
I wonder what we would say
For Christ would be confronted,
By a generation that is profaned.
By a couple of all round preachers,
On their classical varied garments.
On whom a lost herd of sheep,
On whom weakened and cheap,
Poor hearts of blind believers followed.
I wonder!

For Messiah would be confronted,
By a congregation which has weakened,
Who can never keep an eye all night long,
Like Peter and Simon neither can they sing,
Who can't wear the long temple ropes,
But an equivalent of the boots in the soaps,
Who speaks in tongues filled with blasphemy,
And connotatively humiliates even their enemy.
A congregation that revenge, crucifies and judges.
I wonder!

For the Son man would be met,
By young men and women with disrespect,
Whose ignorant nature disturbs.
Whose minds, morals and motives are eroded
Who cannot contemplate the scripture,
But finds an excuse to evade it's teaching,
UnGodly generation
Undesirable sons of men
A generation who've found pleasure in sin.
I wonder!