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My body, my choice,
my mind and my voice,
all were entrusted to me,
by the same righteous God
some now herald and laud
in their white Christianity.
You see my confusion
stems from this delusion
our God has somehow become hateful,
obscuring Gods words
to the growing mad herds,
their own meaning of hearts that are “greatful”.
He said, “Love one another, as I have loved you..”
These sacred words we believe to be true
from our Lord and God who says
He is but one.
No exceptions for Blacks or Muslims or Jews,
not in the Bibles I found in the pews
of the church preaching Jesus Christ as the risen Son.
Imagine a more hypocritical scene
than sitting in church with MT Green,
raising her hands and full of the Spirit true,
only to find herself through the House door
with a mouthful of hatred to spit on the floor,
forked Green tongue hanging out there in shocking view.
These loud extreme people
bring shame to the steeple
where dignity checks
like a coat at the door.
Suffice it to say
these disgusting displays
make the body of Christ suffer needlessly more.
The indignant behavior
in the name of our Savior,
it’s tolerance ever growing,
is a shadow so cast
I fear it may last
far past the days of my knowing.
Shouldn’t this be the time
true believers would find
themselves challenged by what they “believe”?
To rise up and stand
for the truth they demand
and all in God’s time shall receive.
My body, my choice,
my mind and my voice,
all were entrusted to me,
to soon alone stand in judgment by God,
where by His staff or by His rod
shall reveal my lifelong choice of eternity.
~Jeannie Cronin
Copyright © Jeannie Cronin | Year Posted 2022
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