THE PULPIT

Youth meetings must not stop

But the late night affairs must halt!

Impounded words of snare

Creating an environment of fear

Dusting white with filth,

Birthing non-existing guilt.

The tune doesn’t suit my song

That tone too high and wrong

I must change the sermon

My preaching can’t thrive without my notes

I should have it projected on a screen

What in churches these days have we not seen?

Her skirt dampened my spirit

I performed the miracles, let me handle the offering

I preside so who decides

The harvest is plenty

Labourers are scanty

Let’s recruit but with caution

Choose those who can give big tithes

Indeed the church is dying.

Someone is seated here, my friend is there

The deaconess didn’t clean my seat well

She didn’t even dress well

See the stain in my dress from the chair

It’s the fault of that woman with the grey hair

That guy is handsome

His smile so awesome

But he couldn’t sing the song during worship

Most of the vocabs gave him hardships

She wears straight dress always

But they ‘re poor anyways*

Today,  church was so boring

Yes, the drumming was slow

I couldn’t dance for my shoes to show

Today my girlfriend didn’t even come

She came early last week but we closed late

Next time I ‘ll stay home and ask for update

My guy is outside waiting

Don’t they know am dating,

Evening service is so humiliating

In fact the church is SICK

God, heal us for your sake!!

As we attend Church meetings, our ultimate aim should be experiencing Him and His presence. If the work of God must be done, then it must be done well. You may not get involved in working for God but you can live for Him. Just allow those who have the desire to utilize their gifts in the house of God to do as they are led. The Church is sick and only the intimacy of the Holy Spirit can bring that healing.