Realities Distortion of a Counterfeited Pew Gathering

Opening the closet I look through my outfits, my outside mask to the naked inside soul.

I find Jesus and put him on, perfect fit.

I want to show everyone what a change he makes

Since its Sunday the best place to show him is at church

It has been a painful week; I am not carrying life light

I gather where I hope to receive counsel to my weakening hope

Walking down the aisle seeing many empty pews, I wonder why

Those that are seated are enjoying their feel good pew session.

Eager to hear some form of encouragement, a lady turns to me

Abruptly asked in a rude tone, if I was a Christian

Startled, I answer yes, but thinking there’s so much more,

I’m a servant of God to witness to where the church refuses to go, the world

Forced to sing a hymn of bogus happiness when my soul is speaking prayers of sorrow

I’m hearing elaborate lengthy prayers when God is telling me to start listening.

I’m rebuked for the musical style that I worship a real God with.

I’m condemned for not following the traditional path

Why is it with so much of the world lost, many of the found are lost in themselves

I receive a greeting and smile from a unsaved friend, but the church gives me isolation

I ask the church to help me; they say they’ll only help their own

Seeing that the church was interested in their views and not in me, I left

Emotionally overwhelmed I go back to the closet; I take Jesus off and put him away.

Jesus asks me why you are putting me away.

Sorry Jesus, I took you out of the church box and let you transform me.

The church doesn’t accept me because of the changes you’ve done.

You let me be who you create me to be and they say uniqueness is not welcomed

Next week I’ll have to go alone, I can’t follow you anymore,

Being real distorted the premeditated fluffy structure of church,

a place where the light shines on the light, and darkness is left in the darkness.