Tares

In the
pews they sit on Sabbath
morning
sing praises to the Lord
Above

Lay their
tithes and offerings
within the
offering plate as it
passes by

Yet behind
their smiles – pleasant
expressions
something important
is missing

For like
the fig tree covered
with leaves
that Jesus cursed they
are barren

Dressed up
in expensive suits and ties
low cut
dresses that put their curves
on display

In reality
they are empty vessels
agents of
Belial sent to seduce
their brothers

By their
example they cause others
to stumble
take their eyes off of Jesus
lose their way

With smooth
words they lure the careless
one’s asleep
lest they wake up – put away
their sins

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