SHAME
With great heaviness I sigh, full of
sorrow, grief, and shame,
It is so hard to hold my head up high,
when brethern play so evil a game..
We gathered in a group to hear one
of us, sing joyful praises to your Holy Name.
We arrived in cars, on foot, and in
a bus, to listen to a brother of very great fame.
We listened quite enraptured, as the
song’s praises were blooming.
While our fantasy he easily captured,
hymns of Your greatness he was booming.
To our disgrace, when the song was
at an end, the owners of the place were fuming.
They were left with our mess to mend.
While rejoicing, we were ever so presuming.
Now, what can I say to those who gloat?
They saw, and are now complaining.
What do I now declare when they note,
the “Christians” left this mess remaining?
How can they see how great You really
are? When Your name we are profaning
This kind of behavior leaves a great
big scar. Your reputation we are staining.
Lord, please forgive us our sin, please
help us to finally see.
Every one of us needs to look within,
and stop this hideous villainy.
If we feel Your heavy hand of dicipline,
and cry in utter agony,
You’re with us through thick or thin,
we are still loved and in Your family.
By Sandra M Sutherland 9/6/1998 ©
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