Poetic-Verses
GENTLE JESUS
Church bees and gentle Jesus:
Nobody can compare
The life that flows from God's veins:
His son's; His life but out.
Church list, my gentle Jesus
Has names of fellows dead
Who go to churches often
But know they'll go to hell
Church gist, my gentle Jesus
This makes me baffled, too
That men can come to their scorning
Before they get to hell
Bondage, my gentle Jesus
They lay loads upon men
They bind them on their shoulders
Which themselves cannot bear
Church gist: Pharisees, plenty
Come often to the churches
But lead the church and pastor
But at end, go to hell-fir
Church gist, my gentle Jesus
Five men came to a churches
Worshiped and sang doxology
At end, one ate one's head
Church gist: the tambering semblem
What's this, my gentle Jesus?
Stop this, my gentle Jesus
Such deeds, my gentle Jesus
Condemn not men at quick pace
Nor say they are but base
For you know not your fault, dear
You know not where you'd fall
Just this, my gentle Jesus
We also have a point
To condemn what is bad
For we are free of such
Church beasts, my gentle Jesus
Many-headed, horned monsters
But live in church' today
And fain that they are best
Watch it, my gentle Jesus
Stop it, my gentle Jesus
Fight it my gentle Jesus
Your temple is but soiled!
When men but find their garments
Are soiled, they should but come
Like did the then publican
Not lifting face from breast
Tame them, my gentle Jesus
They pray, my gentle Jesus
They sing, my gentle Jesus
But they are far away
Jesus is not your play-mate
Jesus will not tolerate it
Jesus will not condone it
Jesus' eyes burn like flames.
It's all vomit, my Jesus!
It's stains; they hate forgiveness
They come to spy the chosen
And forget you are there.
They are in choirs, Jesus!
Some are ministers, Jesus!
Some are church-founders, Jesus!
But they are devil's mates.
You may not know the rough end
Who come as one that cometh
And sit as one that sitteth
But have your heart away
The church is falling, Jesus!
Help us, our gentle Jesus!
Stop them, our gentle Jesus!
Set the church now, aflame!
They're wandering stars, my Jesus
They're waterless clouds, Jesus!
They're spots in our feasts, Jesus
But they are wolves in here!
They take the sacrament, Jesus
They teach the people, Jesus
They preach, my gentle Jesus
But they will end in hell-fir
Their names are not in (Jesus)
Your book of life, dear Jesus
Yet, they must grow with these wheat
Till tares are gathered off!
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GENTLE JESUS
GENTLE JESUS
