Christmas Bah Humbug

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Christmas Bah Humbug
By Arley Steinhour 121815

I raise my arms up to the sky,
With, tear of Love, wet in my eye,
My lips crying out, for your reply,
'How long, Dear Lord, before we fly?'

So many, the Church's, falling away,
Once, ever Strong, not so today,
Changing your Dogma, so as to stay, Luk 16:15
Financially sound, as from you they Stray.

They think that the Church is a building of Stone,
When, gathered as Church, don't worship you alone,
Many, the Preacher, you'd call 'Satan-Clone,'
Twisting Your Word, with a heart of Stone.

We need to Re-Repent, not challenge Your Word,
Then, maybe, just, maybe, Your Truth will be heard,
We'll fill Your nets, with new additions, in your Herd,
If, Standing in Your Word, so Your Name not be slurred.

My words won't be welcomed, by some, for one reason,
It is Christmas; rejecting Santa Clause, be my treason;
Return to 'Jesus' Teaching, once called 'Christian,'
Instead of, putrefying, within self, like infectious secretion.

AMEN