The Deceiving Church Goer - Poem by Randy McClave
She goes to church three times a week
And she reads her Bible daily,
Salvation from God she seems to seek
As though she is a forgotten Israeli.
But, sometimes I think it is just a guided pretense,
Who truly knows where she is sitting upon that fence.
To her husband she speaks of her devotion
And of her new found strict religious faith,
In my opinion it's just a false promotion
Is she really saved, or is she merely just playing it safe?
To myself I think with her lies and trickery abound,
She is this good woman, but only when her husband is around.
She lies and she steals, she smokes and takes drugs
But, she does that behind her husband’s trustworthy back,
She tells him her stories, then she gives him kisses and hugs
To him the stars are always out and the sky is never black.
Some say she is damned and she is going to hell,
I would say they are correct, and fare thee well.
Her husband has the faith of the mustard seed
But, he is gullible and he doesn't see the truth in front of his face,
Where he sees flowers all we see is a weed
Where he sees honor, esteem and respect, we see disgrace.
He screams her soul is strong and her faith is not weak,
She reads the Bible daily, and goes to church three times a week.
Randy L. McClave
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