Bling Preacher!
Bling preacher spouts silky smooth words from my TV,
As week after week he speaks of wonderful prosperity.
Messages become less and less about Salvation,
Sermons no longer talking about healing a foul nation,
At the end of each program, less than subtly put,
With a big grin he says, “Y’all need to buy my book.”
Decked out in Armani suits, and platinum rings,
See him getting some celestial bling.
Messages once genuine have now become warped
“Its about the Benjamins Baby” while later I get to the golden harps.
Ministry team /entourage that would make a rap star envious
Questionable motives now, quite ominous,
Now I am not one to judge just questioning,
Wondering about the messages he is delivering.
At the end of the day the “bling” wont mean a thing,
It wont be about how loud you shout or turn and spin.
But what’s in the darkness will become exposed,
And if he is fooling folks, the Good Lord knows.
It’s selflessly serving the Lord who made you,
With all your heart and always being true. Read more
Writers Block
Poetic verses seem at a standstill,
And I can’t seem to call them out at will,
Trying to figure what clever metaphors,
Will sneak out of my minds closed doors.
Wonder if this poem will make the grade
Or end up as an idea that’s been overplayed,
Or maybe I am not angry enough,
to write about how my life’s been tough.
So today, I think I’ll just rest,
Look at the ways I have been blessed,
Maybe tomorrow the rhymes will flow
From a grateful heart that knows.
I really didn’t have a thng to write about and this came out on screen. Another in the Rhyme in Five minutes collection.