Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Gospel


The gospel of the lord is not fashion,
I weep when I see the church divide into swag & class;
Clergies preaches what pleases the world,
The word suffers in place of robust envelopes;
The level of acceptance and brotherly love,
Depends on the weight of your tithe,
And colour of currency.
Men of alter double as priest in idolatry,
The church is our home;
Our place of peace,
Our sanctuary of penitence,
And sacred land to communion in fellowship
Of him who has risen from the grip of darkness
And who is to come in all majesty!

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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  • Aldrich Suarez (4/3/2013 3:22:00 AM)

    I like to share some info in relation to your poem... some people throw many unsavory words to God because of the continuous sin made by several clergies Sayers depends to this phrase God is like a Clergy yes this is true
    but I tell you Clergy is not like God and then I can insert the meaning of your poem now.........Love the Gospel. (Report) Reply

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