I love to be in house of God
In the assembly of the saints
And prostrate before my Father
In the worship of the Lord, our God
Sharing and fellowshipping together
But the house is being remodeled
With tolerance and permissiveness
And the word at the pulpit is coated
With a provision for promiscuity,
A home for many religious con artists
Sin is not an issue anymore!
The world is now in the church,
And the church is in the world
Tithes, offerings, and building funds,
Daycare or aftercare centers are trends
We have taken the guilty sinner,
And have made him more sinful and less guilty.
We have fitted him with shallow acts of worship,
With a show of hugs and false gratitude
While their damnation remains unbroken,
And their destination remains unchanged.
Yes, we have made him religious,
But ten times more a child of hell
We have given him false hope - a home in heaven
Encouraged him to think all is well with his soul
Without real change in his life or attitude
He is no more in the streets a drenched sinner,
He is now entwined with sin in the church
And his former life discreetly displayed
But we accept his contributions,
With a pat on his backs and say well done
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