Backslider sorrowful

You did what the world called
Too stiff
Corny
Yesterday’s thing
Boring
Missing the wave
Of now.
And it really bugged you.



The estrangement
Being ignored
Talked around
Watching eye contact
Shrink away.
Peculiar, that’s the word
St. Peter used.
A peculiar people.
“That ye should shew forth the praises
Of Him who hath called you out of
Darkness into His marvellous light.”


Old chums might evaporate
Sticking to their games
Idols and lusts.
Whispering behind your back.
To bad, religion’s gonna
Hurt him.
Connections, play, business.
Hafta drop it. Him.


The Day comes when your community
Of odd-fellows is the only One that matters.
Only One.
Rejoice
In endless amazing Community.
Persevere Buddy.
Well worth it.
God is sovereign.
Saying, Child you’re in.
Stay in.