The Church

Not a grand cathedral
i attend
nor varnished pews i sit upon
no statues carved to be
a likeness of My Saviour
stained glass windows
of saints do not make
it Christ’s Body
sometimes it’s not even
the man in the pulpit
expected to strengthen us
with his words,
many folks who proclaim
Our Lord don’t really know
Him

though i’ve been to places
where fancy dressed people
stand in the foyeurs greeting
a battery of souls
searching for shelter
begging for mercy
hearts carried in brown paper bags
worn out, incinerated, bled out
casually handed pageant
programs
they were not sheltered,
nor clothed,
they were not fed,
nor loved

i’ve wanted to whisk them
away
in a fiery chariot
to where God’s people
dwell
between the lampstands
and the pillars
where Cheribim and seraphim
lift their wings to Glorify God

Christ is the Rock
we are the living stones
of His gathering
at any hour we cry out!
we beg for consecration
we long for His Appearing
as citizens of Heaven
until His Return
sifting the wheat
looking for fruit
we walk the narrow path
of Redemption.
break bread in houses,
praying in cellars,
even prison cells
caves may serve as meeting
places,
it’s not the venue
that venerates
it is flesh and it is blood

under metal stairwells,
at bus-stops,
on street corners,
in shelters,
where paths lead
to Righteousness they
are walking
where there is Light
men and women of the Lord
read Scriptures,
divide the Word of Truth
reproach the backslidden
comfort the fallen,
heal the sick
preach to the lost

these are tents
temporary places
nothing more,
nothing do we carry
what more can we desire
than the Blood of Jesus
to wash and purify
a heart set aflame
for God
for His Holy Quest
to seek His Cornerstone

church is not a place to go
it is a way of being,
it is our blood, our bones,
our limbs, our faces shining
with God’s Love for a humanity
that will not stand

Church is not a place to pray
or a place to worship
or praise

our hearts are the places of worship
of prayer and praise
we are the temples of the Holy Spirit
holiness is the flesh we wear
as Praise to Jesus
these souls made new
" Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, He is a new creation.
Old things have passed away. Behold all things have been made new."
(2Cor5:17)

wherever saints congregrate
holiness dwells

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