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Like towering palaces in prime locations
Strategically situated to merge state and religious positions.
Their majestic cool colors and well kept surroundings
Showing holiness and purity in their own understandings.
Like patterned by one creator, one designer, one builder…
I guess they are right for all were founded by Felix their messenger.
They have unity, persistence and their own word to guide them
They have influence, power and one vote to unite them.
They were an alluring site…
Like road signs scattered along the road
Calling attention to drivers as they drove.
Their signages scattered from left to right,-from town to town
Being mesmerized by their familiar biblical sounds.
Fellowship, Christian, Pentecost, miracle, the light, the bread and many more
Attracting eyes of Bible readers in their path… changing course.
They believe in the Holy Bible as their rule of faith
Oh...what mixed emotions we had concerning their state.
We were happy and glad they broke “the traditions”
Though gloomy and sad… deficient in knowledge, compromising scriptures
With their additions and subtractions.
They were a bewildering site...
Like ancient castles guarding their traditions
A rule of faith patterned on all generations.
They worship in flocks with all their saints and adorations
They fervently pray with too many repetitions.
Their dominance can be seen through their signs and symbols
Images and pictures of holies hanged in shivering walls.
Names of saints, angels,-of the mother,-of the child -forged piety installed
Smeared in business, houses, streets, towns and cities heresies unfold.
Declaring their traditions more holy than that revealed truth foretold
They are a dominant site...sacramental dangers foreseen but untold.
The church of Christ they say
With young pastors enjoying their play.
Like large buildings, so high and mighty… reaching the sky
All covered with glass, when light strikes… dazzling the eyes.
When brethren are drawn… a pattern is shown
A face mirrored on its wall… a pattern unknown.
Deceiving in nature, the devil has grown
Their joy shall not last… it will all be thrown.
I have seen their churches… some large, some small
Some fully air-conditioned… some with fans, some none at all.
Some complete with musical instruments…sound systems galore
Some with feelings, miracles, prophesy and tongues that they may not be bored.
Some with young pastors… young overseers… young elders… maturity immature
Some with woman pastors… confused ladies with zealous faith… danger for sure.
Some with concrete slabs… with marbles, tiles, and granite… all fragile floors
Some invited me for worship… but empty… so empty… though open doors.
I found the true church… the Church Of Christ
The church that first started from Peter’s first cry.
A revelation foretold by our Lord Jesus Christ
That Peter’s reply… was the rock… the Church of Christ.
The gates of Hades shall not prevail against it… as prophesied
The church that Christ built… revealed inside me… not in my eyes.
God showed me the other churches… that I may realize.
A prediction foretold… that they would apostatize.
We have one Father… we have the same Christ
Unknown to them was the pattern… revealed in God’s eyes.
Seeing with my heart… I found the Church of Christ
Guided by God’s Word… the only pattern for us to realize.
An abode for sinners who were called by God’s all knowing eyes
That they may be saved and comforted in the Body of Christ.
That when the time shall come as we Christians look ahead
The day that our Lord Jesus Christ will judge the living and the dead.
The day when all crop… all nurtured and grown from the seed
Shall be harvested and stored… in God’s kingdom well received.
While others will be uprooted and burned in the lake of fire
For they have deceive many… growing from their own desire.
Day by day, I thank the Lord for my family’s sake
That we are in the true church and not swimming in the lake
For here, we are shown God’s true wisdom, knowledge and instructions for our faith
The Church of Christ… being cleansed with Jesus’ blood… while we all wait.
GLORY TO GOD!
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