2 poems... one old and one new

Sunday Preacher
Sunday Preacher,
One day Preacher,
You with the fake enormous smile,
hiding behind it makes you seem vile,
Sunday Preacher...
You share about God's love,
but they soak it up and buy your bluff,
And isn't it a clever scheme and way,
to share this and live it, but only on Sunday?
You may be a Christian, but so to speak,
I see it on Sunday, just one day of the week.
You know the quote, "practice what you preach"
Do this before you start to teach,
'cause we're all lost sheep who need a master,
God of course, and you as a pastor,
So Sunday Preacher,
One day Preacher-
Be careful of what you do,
because there will be one day, Preacher
and perhaps not on a Sunday, Preacher
that you're life's message may be revealed as untrue.

Body of Christ
I am a part of the Body of Christ
I am apart of the Body of Christ...
We who greet each other
as if we are but Brothers,
why do we hide behind sickled smiles,
facades they set in and all the while,
we see that there is no place,
for different views, ideas and race,
the brokenness of this body, where there should be a whole,
where once was a fire, now lays a cold coal.
All for one and One for all,
this should be our call,
to unite and not to fight,
to bring together and not irritate,
others with trivialities that separate,
We who our followers of God's only Son,
We need to work together as a body of one.

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