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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.

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