Poetry by Sean Morris (Elder)
"The Many and The Few"
Again I say, though there will be but five in number the congregation will be a citywide wonder.
A hundred saints in a reprobate town will “put ten thousand to flight” and reach a worldwide upside down renown.
These mega Churches are warfare worthless, it would be better that our number be 120.
These mega Churches are a clubhouse, a company of sinners who love recreational activities instead of the recreating Deity!
These talentless tinkers are in poverty, they love storehouses of comfort and dream of the lottery.
The true Church is the Pillar and Ground of the Truth, but these churches are a graveyard of fallacy, a planting with no root.
Their steeples are like tomb stones, their churches are funeral homes.
Their preaching is a mass murder, a deadly pseudo gospel, and their preacher is a goat herder.
They defile their conscience and have a memory of lies that will be regretted in eternal cries.
Again I say, though there will be but five in number the congregation will be a citywide wonder.
A hundred saints in a reprobate town will “put ten thousand to flight” and reach a worldwide upside down renown.
These mega Churches are warfare worthless, it would be better that our number be 120.
These mega Churches are a clubhouse, a company of sinners who love recreational activities instead of the recreating Deity!
These talentless tinkers are in poverty, they love storehouses of comfort and dream of the lottery.
The true Church is the Pillar and Ground of the Truth, but these churches are a graveyard of fallacy, a planting with no root.
Their steeples are like tomb stones, their churches are funeral homes.
Their preaching is a mass murder, a deadly pseudo gospel, and their preacher is a goat herder.
They defile their conscience and have a memory of lies that will be regretted in eternal cries.
