Day Unto Day.....Who Is On The Lord's Side? Poem by Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer

Day unto day, the loudspeaker bare its sound,
Sow the seed of faith and the seed of blessing.
Empty trays passing from hand to hand all round,
Ending its acceleration with the man in lavish dressing.

Day unto day we hear the same message again,
Same process of knocking trays in the pews.
Dare you sow little and be looked upon with disdain,
Your treatment amidst the congregations like that of Jews.

So, day upon day, we sing with loud voices,
In the night, we carry our guns and collect our shares.
In the day, we change a zero to twelve zeros without choices,
For we must retain on Sunday our comfy chairs.

Day unto day who's on the Lord's side?
We are on the Lord's side tough like weeds.
Enormous wealth is the wheel on which the evangelism can only ride,
For no matter what we do we still sow the seeds.

Give a Bible and forget about the seeds and suits,
But I forgot that a Bible can not buy a jet.
Stop telling us the impressive stories wrapped like sweets,
But then to woo us, your lips must be wet.

Just like the Messiah told his true apostles then,
The blind leading the blinds into the abysmal pit of hell.
In their darkness unto darkness to the dark den.
I would rather than joining the queue jump into a deep well.