In our churches
we speak in tongue
we pray ceaselessly
we cast out and command forces
our knees crack and cringe
At worship when we visit Jerusalem,
yet, in the midst of many matters
we lose our manner for manna

we bathe our sanctuary
with washing of ablution
to chant our prayers in sanctimony
morning, noon, evening with adoration
of solemn supplications
yet, we lose our manner for manna

Many prayers offered
yet, many problem unsolved
who is our God and where is He?
Does He not answer prayer still?
our dealers run after the
world, all in pandemonium and woe
it could be that God has turned
away from us for our love
for fat filth's

And this God may not hear us
where the rich milk the breast of the poor
dry and dehydrate
for milk unreplaced

The mentors MEAN nonsense
So the disciples have no case
Do we have to reconsider.
The dense mess
and abrogates of bloody advocates?
Then hurrah to leukemia