Preaching Fables

Enter the champion,
the Son of David, 
Light from Light, 
true God from True God, 
consubstantial, 
His kingdom will have no end...
(these words are truth) 

Enter the loser, 
the pastor in the leather jacket, 
ripped jeans, 
darkness from darkness, 
true lover of self from true lover of self, 
his kingdom will crumble, 
and his words will fall away. 

Those who yell and scream the loudest, 
as if they have something important to say, 
as if they are guided by his spirit, 
are the ones who will fade away. 

The ones who point the most fingers, 
in their flashy, shiny, way, 
are the first to fall the farthest, 
the end of all the mental games that they play. 

Acting as if Jesus is just a brand name, 
running across a stage and quoting the Bible, 
so strong and fit, 
so good with words, 
look how he can cry at the drop of a hat, 
look how he can hang with his celebrity freinds! 

Trophy wife, 
fantastic life, 
quote the Bible, 
self to libel. 

You've made his message yours, 
stolen words and twisted, 
likewise to those who listen to you, 
all that flashy style, 
all those lights shining on you, 
all glory to you, 
and to you alone. 

See how he cries at the drop of a hat? 
Skinny jeans and leather jacket, 
preaching, creeping, moving like a cat, 
out of sight from those he controls, 
prowling to fulfill, 
secret drives and passions, 
a liar, one of the best, 
out of control hunger and never full. 

It's the look, 
not the message, 
It's his words, 
not His, 
it's his needs, 
not yours, 
enter the loser, 
the fallen one who will never understand, 
always looking in the mirror and never having the sense to relaize it is only a reflection. 

So whast's the story, 
morning glory? 
Who do you serve? 
With all that nerve, 
the tent has been folded up, 
drinking 
rom that golden cup, 
He has turned his grace form you, 
left behind in your soulless, frozen hue. 

He preaches a fable,
betraying God as he reclines at the table,
his doctrine untrue, 
his church unstable, 
preaching fables, 
truth disabled. 

T.S. Deary 
5/23-3/24