Christians? Or Hypocrites?:
The life of a Christian will always be a mystery,
From thee outside perspective,
Our lives are centered around an old story.
Placing faith in the Unknown,
Looking towards the Unshown.
When I see the color red,
I wonder why that's the symbol of love,
Then, I think back to 2,000 years,
To the one with the nature of a dove.
Who'd heal one of the enemy servant's ears.
Jesus loved like no other,
Not even a father, sister, mother, or brother.
As Christians we strive to follow,
The example of love He gave,
But like Him? We can never behave.
We speak of love to one another,
Saying we ought to love like Him,
Yet, unlike Him, we always shun them.
Humans who're just like us,
Ones that have convictions of their own,
Even though God, they've probably never known.
So many who've mocked and slandered,
Claim that to God, they have sweetly surrendered.
Ate with the publicans and sinners,
Spoke to the Romans and Samaritans,
And yet, that lesson we choose to forego.
Yes, Christians are strange,
Because of how two-faced we can be,
While also sinning quite comfortably.
Many of us claim to love God's word,
Self discipline? Oh, don't be absurd.
Viewing the Lord's guidance as optional,
And picking on the standards of others,
Offended by the loyalty of sisters or brothers.
The label 'Christian' isn't about Christ, now,
They make it about their church,
Yet if you hint at it, at you they'll launch.
"A Christian's duty is at church!"
Fellowship anymore is a hit and miss.
I keep searching for like mindedness,
People who have convictions,
While trying to avoid a colossal mess.
I'm a Christian who lives solely for Christ,
Otherwise, I would've already been out,
With all this hypocrisy, no wonder some doubt.
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