The Gospel in a Gilded Ride

They drive in chariots trimmed in gold,

Polished wheels on sacred roads,

The engines purring 'holy tunes',

While prayers rise under broken moons.

"Give!" they cry, with hands outstretched,

"Plant a good seed and you'll be blessed!"

Look! The faithful kneel on battered floors,

While they ascend and taxi through the clouds.

The big cars they ride, a gospel ride,

Fueled by tithes from the countryside.

Look! With every sermon, and every shout,

A widow’s coin is counted out.

Their robes are always white, and their words rehearsed,

But truth, within, is slyly cursed.

They preach of wealth and Heaven's gates,

Yet guard their own with armored plates.

They fly on wings of stolen prayers,

While saints below breathe dusty airs.

Their jets proclaim, “The Lord provides!”

But never for the ones who cry.

The church, a showroom now for grace,

Where poor men kneel, but lose the race.

They buy the cars that prophets praise,

While barefoot souls just hope and pray.

And yet they dare to speak of lack -

That faith must first fill heaven’s sack.

"You're cursed!" they say, "Increase your give!"

But they, not God, are those who live.

O prophets clothed in doom’s disguise,

Your wealth is built on sacred lies.

You trade the gospel for applause,

While justice waits in Heaven's cause.

But know this truth: the road bends near,

And God still sees through tinted mirrors.

For every tear the poor have cried

Will flood the path your wheels now ride.

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OUT HERE

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