The Memories...Of Which I Speak
J James B. Earley
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...Remembering...fondly...days of yore
Sunday mornings throughout the week
....Today's Christian values...far afield
From the memories...of which I speak
The church I knew....growing up
.....Folks......valued every hymn
Helping hands the constant thought
...Never...'it's either...us...or them'
Burdens of the sick were shared
....Their every need....thus met
Practicing what the gospel preached
....The likes.....I shan't forget
That sense of love for one another
Sunday mornings throughout the week
....Today's impostors...a sad departure
From the memories of which I speak
The Church....today...a mockery
....Christianity...'tis but a sham
Pastors....parishioners...the shame of it
......Nobody gives a damn
From politics and healthcare...down
...God's missing...at every step
Both bigotry.....hypocrisy
.....Routinely....the Church...accepts
And yet....criticize....demonize
....Atheism....as counterfeit
Reflective wisdom...indeed perhaps
....The epitome of the hypocrite
Unlike those treasured days...of yesteryear
Sunday mornings throughout the week
....Today's Christian values...far remiss
From the memories...of which I speak
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