Boring people to tears on a Sunday
I never really wanted to be a preacher
I’d rather be a happy camper example
much like a bubbly first grade teacher.
Filled with love and great joy each day
passing along my happiness and cheer
bouncing around the room like colors
of a rainbow splashed across a mirror.
When I write the truth I smile inside
filled with a sweet holiness to bursting
trying to pass on to those missing out
who plainly to me I see are thirsting.
But this wall they place firmly around
not only blocks out my flowing love
but they don’t see how it isolates them
in a bubble of loneliness also from above.
They don’t need any silly beliefs or faith
they continue to say they’re fine this way
they’ve got money, a nice house and car
a good job, a family and their friends all say,
they’re a nice person just leave them alone
they passed on their useless fortune instead
giving the only thing they thought worthy
then died and were buried with few tears shed.
They passed on nothing of real true value
they left behind an empty cold shell
not realizing their selfishness and determination
would lead them in the end to a cold dead hell.
Sadly they never know that this is not all
they will end at this moment in rotting bugs
when instead they could’ve made one last climb
to spend eternity filled with love and hugs.
They were so sure that this was all there was
just this short 100 years of painful existence
having no idea it was just a short test
to prove they were worthy of God’s Presence.
So each day I continue to shine my light
no matter the darkness I run into each day
my rainbow colors sparkling across the sky
I reach out reflecting in a warm array.
Hoping to teach and reach just one person
my quota low in 5 billion souls unconscious
knowing if I shine bright enough I might save them
from their final death, already paid for by Jesus.