Preacher's Word

by joy   Oct 5, 2006


Early one Sunday
A church was listening to the word
Ask for repentance
All were there, but a few heard

"Jesus is coming back
And you better be prepared"
All were sitting there
But very few cared

"His always preacher the same thing"
Said one friend to another
"And look around it seems
No one is really that bothered"

"This is unnecessary"
Said Emily to Ruth
"It seems his directing his message
Every Sunday towards the youth"

"Parents take action now
For this is the future generation
And its them
That will soon shape our nation"

Every time pastor Patrick started to speak
It had became a routine
When he begun his message
The would be noise amongst the teens

They were mournful every Sunday
"Search Jesus search"
As pastor pat began to preach
It wasn't their choice, the had to come to church

"Now is the time
It doesn't matter about your age
Start now
In prayer get engaged"

And every Sunday it would be the same
He gave them such a bore
"Search Jesus while his still near"
Why would their such him for?

It came to past one day
Their mothers couldn't attend
That morning Sunday service
But they sent them with a friend

But the girls had a different plan
For that Sunday
For the first time they were free
Just for that Sunday

"Sam". Ruth spoke
"Oh no I had forgot
My bible is still at home"
Her lies he bought

"Let us not disturb you though
Let me and Emily go back
For if you came home with us
You won't be able to make it in time for work"

He never even thought twice
He never thought the plan was bizarre
He thought it was a good idea
And simply let them out the car

They got out of the car and went on the way
They had not even been walking that long
When they turned the corner
Something went terribly wrong

A car came from nowhere
They screams you would had heard
Even from the church
While the preacher spoke the word

Their mother's were distraught
Everybody heard about their death
But no one knows what happened after
Could have asked forgiveness with their last breath

Its early one Sunday
Everybody is listening to the word
Its Emily and Ruth's funeral
All were there, and all heard

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