Salvation For Loose Tongues Granted Poem by John Sensele

Snakes in loose tongues
Proclaim one message, doing the opposite
When lie bangs and sty clangs
Identify and typify the hypocrite

Who declares faith in one moment
Swims in seas of sin
Inviting the ferment of torment
The hypocrite in his din

Can't shove away
Despite claims to sainthood
That conscience can't slay
As sin neighbourhood

Captures and raptures pretence
Leaving in the shell of loose tongues a yawning gap
In every single sentence
That in a loose tongue traces the map

In need of prayers
To bring about greater understanding deep within
That faith lies not in pretence layers
Concealed in a thin

Façade bereft of true faith
Where the chasm between light and darkness
Needs to lose its strength
To make a way clear to the meekness

In which faith lives
In both form and substance
Although in the end God forgives
Hypocrites whose loose tongue pleads for silence

As salvation sought
Salvation granted
For Jesus bought
Salvation for all even for tongues loosely slanted.