The Game Pt. 1 (He Thinks He Has Them Fooled)

3rd pew back and 3rd body in

He sits in his usual Sunday seat

Tie in a square knot, white shirt buttoned up

Clean cut and clean shaven, tidy and neat



Soundly he sings the hymns

Bows his head for the opening prayer

Silently listens the what the preacher preaches

And procedes to return to nowhere



On his way home his radio dial

Tends to make a sudden change

The gospel he played just seconds before

Finds itself to be musicaly astranged



He goes through the motions every week

Nobody knows what lies within

His heart is surely of honest intention

But only for looks will he be God's friend



The number of times he has heard the truth

Surely exeeds fifteen

But he chooses to hide behind ignorance

And to allow the truth to go unseen

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about a man that we all might consider hipocrytical to one nature or another.  But one day he'll discover the truth...

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Alley Catrice's picture

Now this one hits the nail on the head. How many people do we see sitting in churches around the world every service who believe they are folling the world and looking good. Mr Matthews I comend you for taking on this subject

Alley Catrice's picture

Now this one hits the nail on the head. How many people do we see sitting in churches around the world every service who believe they are folling the world and looking good. Mr Matthews I comend you for taking on this subject