A Word To Parasites
Some spend themselves and never groan
Unlike some plagued with greed
They deem God’s money not their own
Whilst Jesus’ sheep they feed
Vampires though peruse God’s house?
Devouring hoards of gold
Sucking blood like a canine louse
Whilst scriptures are unrolled
God’s sheep in faith stretch for their hand
In gratitude and love
With offerings and tithes as planned
By He who reigns above
These parasites in pompous frock
Who bumper crops would reap
Intermingle with Heaven’s flock
Fleecing The Father’s sheep
They’ve earned they say because they teach
The gold and silver’s theirs
Stealthily cool and like a leach
They’ll plunder Heaven’s wares
For building up a church supreme
For greed or personal fame
They’ll eat the fat and drink the cream
Without a trace of shame
With fancy jets and lavish cars
With lucre massed in hand
Like rich Hollywood movie stars
They cruise most every land
Have these been saved or still deceived?
They thrive as common tare
Too blind to know The Lord God’s grieved
Or even fail to care
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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