Lofty words and
slight of hand
The stage, the
lights, complete command
The mark, the sell, a
trusted brand
Foundation built on
sinking sand
Fanciful illusion or
cheap parlor tricks
Throw it at the wall,
see if it sticks
The audience loves
you, their getting their kicks
Their broken hearts
aren’t yours to fix.
Words aren’t meant to
misdirect
But you right here
look oh so perfect
Honesty and truth, I
cannot detect
Bottom line, theirs cash to collect
If you go to a church, what is the primary message that your pastor preaches about? Hint, if it's not rooted in Jesus, it's not worth going to.
