When Church becomes a fading light,
A choice you make, but not a right,
The seeds you plant in young hearts now,
Will bear no fruit on barren ground.
When Sunday’s call is just a breeze,
And worship bends to other needs,
Little eyes watch what you do,
And learn to walk away from truth.
The pews grow cold, the voices fade,
A generation lost, afraid.
What once was firm, now drifts away,
As faith that’s weak begins to sway.
So guard the flame, keep it bright,
Hold the torch, and lift it high,
For when Church is no longer yours,
It’s lost to those who follow close.
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© The Inspirer (Mbimda Ali Mbishida)
#PowerThoughts
August 09th, 2024.
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