because
I am
that believer…
pastors warn about,
that nondenominational
gad about
the one who passes
on offering plates
but stops
outside
the city gates,
where lepers and poverty
mill about-
that’s me,
cuz I see Jesus
in dirty sheets
not laying on offering plates
but somewhere outside
city gates
on streets
alone …
searching
for pennies
that churches collect
for offering plates
each Sunday.
I see
multitudes
of loaves and fish
and healings where the lost
or torn
not under
but outside they’re born
outside picnics
and retreats
of steepled skies,
where asphalt meets
the grit of lives
so many
strewn
and left to die
go hungry.
I see
the widow and her mite
outside
Church’s pearly life
her offering thrown
on breaded seas,
she gives her penny
to those in need
while churchy folks in nice repair
hurry by her harried hair
hoping to avoid her stare
and mutter
“but for
the grace of God
go I there.”
But what if
for the grace of God
goes she
outside
the white washed pews
breathes she
upon her matted sheet
prays for thee
to somehow find
the King of Kings some other place
than offering plates
on Sundays?
Yes,
I am
that gad about
some pray for me
to settle down
and find my rest on velvet pews
but I find fellowship
outside the veins
of polished sermons and refrains,
my sermons bleed
outside the gates
on dirty matted filthy sheets
where Jesus walks
through hungry streets
and asks me to accompany Him
on Sundays…
Very, very good! Powerful
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An epic piece overflowing with passion. It’s clear how strongly you feel this one. An easy “wow” from me.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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