Mark Deveaux
06-05-06, - 05:22 PM
Brother’s keeper
A sermon well preached,
The officers gather when there’s a call at the altar.
Arms stretched forward to embrace another
Sister or brother, father or mother.
Some one answers the call of the pastor.
They are in the Gaul of disaster.
They choose to give it all to the master
Because they can’t crawl any faster,
Sold out for god; Satan gets kind of jealous.
A babe in Christ walking careless,
Confidence when he speaks his mind is fearless.
He’s now the number one target, but he’s not aware of it.
Who will keep that brother from the plan of Satan?
Or; were you at the alter just standing up faking.
With your arms up waiting to embrace the faith that was awaken.
The next day he walk pass but you don’t stop him.
Sitting in the last seat at the back him faith is near rotten.
He misses church for a week his face is forgotten.
Memories of the church is taunting him
Satan has him but the Lord still wants him.
He feels alone and it’s haunting him.
When you see him you don’t feel the hate
All you see is anther familiar face.
He became a strange now appealing the zeal of grace.
And he knows it’s real because he tasted it.
He’s back on the streets weaken.
Satan is just defeating him.
Where’s the ministers, elders and deacons.
Who was there when the pastor was preaching?
His life in short now it’s leaking in sin.
Who will go to him with the gospel and speak up.
And not look at him and get all freaked up.
Let’s look at reality a little deeper,
After reading this poem,
Could you say to your self “I’m my brother’s keeper”?
Mark Defocus ©2005
A sermon well preached,
The officers gather when there’s a call at the altar.
Arms stretched forward to embrace another
Sister or brother, father or mother.
Some one answers the call of the pastor.
They are in the Gaul of disaster.
They choose to give it all to the master
Because they can’t crawl any faster,
Sold out for god; Satan gets kind of jealous.
A babe in Christ walking careless,
Confidence when he speaks his mind is fearless.
He’s now the number one target, but he’s not aware of it.
Who will keep that brother from the plan of Satan?
Or; were you at the alter just standing up faking.
With your arms up waiting to embrace the faith that was awaken.
The next day he walk pass but you don’t stop him.
Sitting in the last seat at the back him faith is near rotten.
He misses church for a week his face is forgotten.
Memories of the church is taunting him
Satan has him but the Lord still wants him.
He feels alone and it’s haunting him.
When you see him you don’t feel the hate
All you see is anther familiar face.
He became a strange now appealing the zeal of grace.
And he knows it’s real because he tasted it.
He’s back on the streets weaken.
Satan is just defeating him.
Where’s the ministers, elders and deacons.
Who was there when the pastor was preaching?
His life in short now it’s leaking in sin.
Who will go to him with the gospel and speak up.
And not look at him and get all freaked up.
Let’s look at reality a little deeper,
After reading this poem,
Could you say to your self “I’m my brother’s keeper”?
Mark Defocus ©2005