A Season

 WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE BODY OF CHRIST?

The choir competes for the loudest praise
Not for the Glory of God, but for crowd gaze
Jealousy festers in the pews unseen
Turning brothers into rivals, sour and mean, 

The altar once sacred is a now a stage

A theater of ego, a glided cage

Christ humble love, His truth so pure

Drowned in ambition, too much to endure,

Hands lifted high, yet hearts weighed with greed 

Hands lifted high, yet hearts weighed with lies

Hands lifted high, yet hearts weighed with unholiness

Preaching of giving, while hoarding their seed.

Where is the Jesus who washed our feet?

Who walked with the broken, the lost, the weak?

The king who sought hearts, not ornate halls

Who weeps as His Body builds its golden walls,

He cannot be glorified in this charade
In the temple of men where His light fades, 

For Christ is not bound to their stained pride

He dwells with the weary, walks by their side

Not in the clamor of competitive prayer

But in the silence of those who truly seek Him. 

Vickie🌸