The Preacher Lied
A poem about telling people how to live their lives. R & R!
When I was just a kid,
And did things that only children did,
I followed my parents every Sunday like a mouse,
Down the roads, to God's house.
To me, that house was my abode,
The entrance, a cobbled road.
And there to greet us, wearing his robes and such,
Was the preacher-man. I never liked him much.
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The preacher in the church at home,
Who prayed towards the heart of Rome,
Told me God would come a-blazing down
In a carriage and a pure white gown.
It dawned on me, while sat in a pew,
That if God would come to save the few,
Who loved Him and those who were bless'd
Why would He come so strangely dress'd?
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The preacher said all things were good,
Said yes when I asked 'if I should',
But broke the glass of the church,
Made the guide-dogs jerk and lurch,
By yelling loud of evil things,
Greed and murder, hate and sins.
He turned cold when I told him 'No',
I wasn't pure, I told him so.
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The preacher's hands never graced my head,
I couldn't touch God's sacred bread.
I couldn't walk on Holy floors,
Or open up the saintly doors.
Until God's hands had washed away the sin,
That ate me away from within.
Yet I wonder, why the Preacher saw that lot
Of sin, and God could not.
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The preacher prayed night and day,
'Lord, sweep the cobwebs of our hearts away.'
So I, my mind broader, wider,
Prayed helpfully, 'Lord, just kill the spider!'
The preacher said that God was kind,
He could see all with His mind.
Yet he said told me to submit,
Or be banished to a fiery pit.
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Then it came for the preacher's leave,
And I, for one, chose not to grieve.
The preacher thrust a Bible in my chest,
Told me to read it, every night at best,
And turned to walk away,
And I tugged his sleeve that day,
I held out the Holy book,
And he gave me a long hard look.
'Take this and read. I think you'll see,'
Said I, 'that you need it more than me.'
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I turned from God's house that day,
Walked my own path, walked away.
Because that preacher was so blind,
He'll never understand my mind.
God's house is not walls and doors.
It has no ceilings, it has no floors.
It is the Earth, underneath me,
This is how it's meant to be.
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It's wild wind dancing in my hair,
It's sound of birds singing in the air
It's grass curling between my toes,
It's the way the stream song goes.
It's the blossom, covering a wall,
It's the time when the leaves start to fall.
It's the tall mountain's highest peak,
It's the first snowflake, brushing my cheek.
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The preacher demands me to stay,
To sit, and to pray,
He warns me of pain,
Of greed, personal gain,
And I know now that he never knew
Him, the Lord I knew.
Maybe you met him, a man in need.
Did you help him, give him heed?
My preacher, he never even tried.
My preacher, I'm afraid he lied.
What you do think?
Tell me.
Go on.
I'll make me happy. : )