Poem, True Religion

True Religion
When you're cold and you're hungry
No hope and you're poor
You know only the want of your children
Not your need for the Lord
Give me a coat, not your prayers
Give me bread, not your songs
Else all that you say
Is forgotten when you're gone
With an empty belly
We can't hear your Word
The children cry today
Your tommorrow is absurd
Perhaps when I'm warm and my belly content
I could understand words like hope and repent
But you have no blanket, no food, what a shame
And you're here on behalf of.....what is His name?

C.A.Walker, Copywritten 2010

Used with permission