I Am the Church of Many
I have a little box
It’s safe, small and pretty
I love to praise the Lord
And for sinners I have no pity
I go to church every Sunday
There is a pew reserved for me
I know when to sit, and when to stand
I know exactly how to be
I would invite you in
But I heard that you are a mess
Stinky, smelly, and rotten
You can never be holy or blessed
For I am the church of many
And much holier than thou
Now excuse us while we close our doors
It’s time for us to bow
Well, I have to say that this unfortunately does represent a large majority of churches in America today. Fortunately, Promiseland San Marcos is the opposite. I gues that is why we have exploded in growth from 60 to 700 in five years.
Posted 3 months agoI agree! I am so blessed to have to opportunity to go to PromiseLand San Marcos. I find it a privlidge be a part of this family.
PromiseLand redeem the stereotype of churches!
Posted 3 months agothat is such a heartbreaking poem, but unfortunately so true.
Posted 3 months agoyour dad’s story, when he preached last, was so similar to this poem. It really touched my heart and made me so thankful that we are free from this.
However, it made me realize that we have to always pursue that freedom from judgement or it will creep in before we know it and we will be no wiser or compasionate than any other