Preaching to the Choir

Preaching to the Choir

The bank sends the wire, mcdonalds will always hire, some are In the quagmire, trump will continue to fire, don't call me king but sire, I guess you figured I'm preaching to the choir. Every round goes higher and higher, as you try to aspire, straights will seem dire, but keep reacher higher, negativism hot like fire, yea, I'm preaching to the choir.

The choir knows this speech, so I beseech, that you heed each phrase, choir singing for days, about good times, when children respected parents, them were the days, when scripture like sun rays, flooded my soul on Sundays, evening service folk sitting in a daze, existing in a world of haze. the choir knows good preaching, sometime they will settle for solid teaching, as long as souls we're reaching, freeloaders will continue leaching, it's time to blow up the spot with metaphors, my father is bigger than yours, you worship the lowercase g, but the big G-O-D; is father of me, salvation full and free, the choir knows this so why are you looking at me, obey the same and you'll be set free, but I'm a keep it hot like fire cause I'm preaching to the choir....

Now let me be dramatic, charismatic, emphatic about the church world where there is more static, instead of focusing on Him, you Hem me in, not singing the Hymns you're dying within, props to Marrow way in Jersey, borrowed a verse from first name Wesley, ok nods to preachers in the COC, fame we never desire, I'm just preaching to the choir, not adding to your faith, you multiply the hate, subtracting from the word, and dividing the grace, this life is lived from faith to faith, Demas step out of the race, Judas kissed the Lord on the face, betrayal done with grace, Oh I want to see him, the choir knows that song, sing along, love endures and never will tire, I'm preaching to the choir! I can't end this speech so I continue to beseech


Looking at this man looking at me, pointing at me with three fingers pointing back at he, little does he know the things I see, his issues spattering like spotty tissues, refuse to lose, never see me snooze, like Eutychus in the window while Paul was preaching long, no record of any song, don't even know if his fall was long, but he was raised up to life- Paul had the desire-He knew he was preaching to the choir.

Dr. Lawrence Murray's MIND