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New Age (Christ)ians

New Age (Christ)ians

Christian,
Christ like,
well at least in past days,
hypocrites,
in the church.
We must be in the last days,
New dress
New shoes
family seems perfect
In the sanctuary
for everything but worship

Go to Sunday school,
take your smart phone
Family torn down
But leave the problems
back home,
Church is not really
Church
Lets call it 
Gossip hour,
Talk about who
likes who
Drama makes you empowered,
Taking bones out the 
closet,
Your stories are composite,
If talking was cash
you are the queen of 
Deposit,
Until one day 
your child rose,
Pulled a letter 
enclosed
Was the details
of his mother
Suddenly,
You're exposed..

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Tony Taylor

Hi Jesse, I agree with Cherie..........this was truly, a GUTSY write............tony xx

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Russel James Mackie

not all churches are like that, at least to my knolage.

the worst they would do is ignore my request to hang out and what not. good writing, better then the stuff I can come up with now a days.

 dang writers block... -_-

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Jesse Pickens

You are correct Russell, there are some great churches. But I have found this is a new trend. Just keep writing everyday and dare to be different

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