Hoodwinked

Hoodwinked

You've come here for years,

Have your own favorite pew.

People know when you're here,

You come off so smooth.

You wear the right clothes,

Say all the right things.

You are a poster child for Christ's,

or is it your community?

Quickly and craftily you always take charge.

No one takes time to notice you go,

And before they blink twice,

you're on the church throne.

This throne is disguised, 

Most hard to see. 

It takes an expert to crack through your secrecy. 

To most you look innocent,

completely safe and free.

You have them all hoodwinked,

They don't see a thing.

You feel safe and secure,

Like a king or a queen.

The order you promise to easily provide,

Is simply just chaos and quickly divides.

You rest on your laurels and make all seem fine,

But your turmoil shows when you're alone at night.

You have them all hoodwinked.

They don't see a thing.

But know that while most people are fooled,

God can see right through to who's the true fool.

Dear friend know this, here's what God seeks. 

A heart that is tender, soft, and meek.

So before you stroll in,

Next Sunday in pride.

Consider the opinion,

of the Lord in your life.

And don't disregard the words that He said,

The prideful soon fall down to their...

death.