#Poetry #Poem
THE PERFECT CHURCH?
by Bill Kochman
09-06-2024
How he got worked up in the flesh,
That guy was really quite a clown,
Their entire congregation agreed,
He was the coolest pastor in town.
On weekends he’d bring in a band,
To play those church folks a tune,
Their singer was quite handsome,
Oh how the women would swoon.
The church held lovely bake sales,
Everybody came by to get a treat,
The event was a fine social affair,
Where the townsfolk would meet.
The children all sang in the choir,
No sweeter sound one could hear,
Those proud parents sang along,
As the kids smiled from ear to ear.
It seemed like a wonderful church,
Absolutely anyone was allowed in,
Even tho behind the public curtain,
Their lives were full of terrible sin.
Alas, adultery was quite rampant,
Certain members were into LGBT,
Drunks were beating their wives,
Ugly things no one wanted to see.
Passing for some perfect picture,
On the surface you could not tell,
That despite such an appearance,
Many people were bound for Hell.
The problem was really the pastor,
He wanted to be such a swell guy,
So instead of preaching the truth,
He’d always tell those people a lie.
My friends, you’re all doing so fine,
He never dared to mention any sin,
No, give them a feel-good religion,
So their hearts he could surely win.
Such are so many churches today,
Compromise has filled their pews,
Music, cakes and other nonsense,
But so few sharing the good news.
Spiritual circuses so full of clowns,
Strange manifestations and more,
If you ever encounter such a place,
I urge you to run straight for a door.
