DECEIVED
I’ll sure be glad to leave
this church.
If I can start this piece
of junk!
I didn’t like that Pastor’s
sermon;
As a matter of fact it stunk!
He preaches like we’re in
bible times,
All that talk about a holy
life.
He said we should have compassion;
Well, I sure feel for his
wife.
Finally! You cranked, you
worthless car;
Now, I can be on my way.
I’m not gonna say that I
won’t be back,
But it sure won’t be today.
If the Pastor’s so concerned
about kindness,
Then why does he preach
so gruff?
I certainly agree with the
love of God,
But not that judgment stuff.
All that talk about the
Lord’s conviction;
I noticed him staring at
me.
Well, the Pastor’s only
fooling himself;
I’ve been a Christian since
I was three.
There’s not anyway I’m going
to Hell;
That is… If Hell’s even
real.
Why I’ve lived a pretty
good life,
and feel good about how
I feel.
I had better drive a little
faster;
There’s an intersection
up ahead.
The light’s yellow, but
I think I’ll make it
Just as it turning
red.
Doesn’t that fool see me
coming?
What’s he doing… What the
heck?
He’s pulling right out in
front of me.
That idiot! We’re gonna
wreck!
Someone please help me,
I’m burning!
These flames are covering
me!
NO! NO! This can’t be Hell!
It just can’t be! It just
can’t be!
There
is a kind who is pure in his own eyes,
yet
is not washed from his filthiness.
Proverbs
30:12 (NASB)
©1996 A. Mitchell Moore,
Jr.
