Let us go <br />To where? <br />The church. <br />The church? <br />Of bells, hymns and dances. <br />Of the pastors’ fears and lies <br />Of the sunday sunday 'sinnoquines'. <br /> <br />God and evil zonked in one <br />Big big buildings with the cross <br />My next neighbour that you know <br />Is a church man with a rank <br />Yet in sin he is lord <br />And daily shame Jesus his lord <br /> <br />I am so in sin like him <br />And no better than the worse <br />But if I must to the church <br />Then to sin I bid farewell <br />For what use is the church <br />If the service makes me sin <br />And at last I go to hell <br /> <br />I will not to your churches <br />Where it’s right to live in sin <br />And daily sinners plea the Blood <br />shed but once, <br />For the sins they’ll yet commit <br /> <br />If I leave the church with sin, <br />Then the church is not a church <br />And the clergy has lost a soul.<br /><br />macaulay akinbami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/church-sin/
