Spitting on Christ (go back »)

We’re not doing our missions but proclaim ourselves Christians,

We fail to do what’s holy, while we slip away slowly,

Day after day, we do what we know's wrong,

This for the sake of looking good, and strong,

Day after day, behind closed doors,

We spit on God’s face, and mine, and yours,

We sleep and wake up, feeling nice and fresh,

And again we fall into the deeds of the flesh,

My brothers, my sisters... why is this so?

Have we indeed forgotten what we already know?

God will judge us whether we’re black or white,

So for our own sake, shouldn’t we start acting right?

I look to my left and I see nothing left...

I look to my right and I see nothing right,

All these things make me want to cry at night,

Coz Christians are spitting on Christ (me included)...

We look at the Bible, but give it a frown,

If we are not careful, like Peter we’ll drown,

I see people lusting other people in town,

Which results in people, getting their heads down,

Some steal, some deal, some kill for a cold meal,

Are we so blind to see, that we’re spinning the wrong wheel?

And some wear clothes, that fail to conceal,

Our God-given assets we often reveal,

Indulging our bodies with sexual things,

How long will we let Satan, pull at our strings?

God looks from above, disappointment on His face,

And says to Himself "shame on the human race".

In Poetry