In a troubling dream was seen-
Corporate churches, money makers
Built on shrewd business models
Images that rise high above the common man and woman
Government, nonprofit snare comfortably about the lofty neck
Truth often a woven story told for convenience,
For crafty entertainment,
Emotional comfort as abundant food
Social embrace as sweet drinks;
The sheep stagger in with loads of needs into the shiniest sanctuary,
The sheep stagger out, burdens the same.
Then the Roman Catholic Pope kisses the Koran…
Certainly the walk of faith remains an illusive walk of truth in honest reality
A hidden treasure that remains in a hidden field
Sought long ago by the Queen of Sheba
Found only in Solomon’s enlightened wisdom.
A walk of power, peace and inner strength
Place of separation to God, place of Spirit rest;
With all the world in turmoil
Relentless waves crash on shorelines near and far,
Cries for a shelter, a shadow of comfort, secure place of lasting rest
Fellowship of Divine Peace with songs shared of purest communion
Sparkling jewels that dance within heart and soul
Beautiful reflections from above in these eyes
All join together as children in covenant freedom before our Father
Playful innocence in joyful expressions
Lifted from constraints of body and of the world into the clouds!
Now but a fruitless search from door to door
So many in hunger, so many in thirst
Dying for a house of true Spirit worship
Where our Holy God is present,
Healing power, celebration of His love.
Yet, so often need is met with marketing skills
With sales talents spun into conditioning
Where simple psychology grips and control is won
And hearts are not touched,
Where human effort reigns;
Shifting sand all about
A Rock foundation so difficult to find in America;
All the while the Lord Yeshua stands and quietly watches
Then, reaches for one willing man here
And then another man and woman always over there.