Misnomer
One joining your flock
Now fifty one
One sheep gone astray
No worries, You have fifty left
What shall I render,
For your extravagance?
Yet, never broke bread with you
Work hard night and day
Keep your flock intact
Give till it hurts…
Children’s ministry, work
Choir ministry, work
Pastor appreciation, work?
Your actions scream
Makes your loud voice very faint
Have faith n’ yo’ faith
Like a pyramid scheme, I evangelize Your dream,
Just a free benz ride
My dream, to save a soul
What do I render to save a soul?
My lights… my gas… my car… my house
My kid’s college fund?
Your dream, a free private jet
My dream, to save a soul
Thought you do not believe in all hallows eve?
No recognizing your disguise
Wolf nature, sheep clothes
Yet, the Gospel is Free
I get the keys to the kingdom, but yours is a misnomer
Get it right, or get left!
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