Will The Real Jesus Please Stand Up?
Dedicated To: The children of the most Supreme God
The golden truths of all tellurian nakedness
Brings about every doubtable precision embedded in my lore
I' m I supposedly sure whether to feel safe under this shelter?
Should I go on diet, then win a jet plane trip to Nirvana?
But what kind of fasting did God himself recommend?
"Carry out only the good but not what I am practicing"
"My sayings today are derived from the throne of Grace"
Do all roads lead to Arcadia?
Are the trillion thousands of our devoted tenets fated to netherworld?
All havens is here with us, stop hyperbolizing beyond the un-known
Wash your feet while facing south and pray towards the east of Eden
Pour a drink on the ground to our fallen ancestors before taking a sip
When you met blue foxes, did you recite the daily sine qua non?
Integrity mixed up with hypocrisy is one of the prevalent credence
Take pilgrimages to the brummagem at every rise of a full moon
Whose report should I now believe? or either sacrifice a scarlet rat
Will the real Jesus please stand up?
In a two-edged sword maze; I shall need my own personal Saviour
Faith, Righteousness, Peace, and Joy of the Holy Ghost is floated
This ought to be the kingdom of God and I vow to live by its norms.
Copyright ©2003 Michael Mwanyi Ssemakula
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