By Oscar Hamunali
Morticians are also behind pulpits
Applying makeup on zombies
To make them look more alive
By speaking lies.
A little bit of giving and more of receiving.
A little bit of truth and more of…I mean more of deceiving.
Less of searching the palms of the bible
Silver plate of lies… feed on this every week and you will definitely become obese.
Excuse me preacher man, did God attend the meeting where you decided to make your preferences the standard?
Taking the form of life
Does not mean you have life
No matter how clean you wash the outside
Of the tomb the inside
Will still be stinking with rotten bones.
Suite and tie… in the valley of dry bones
Instead of speaking life, you declare glitters on dry bones
Dry bones not clothed in flesh they lay comfortably in coffins
Still dry, dry bones the only thing that has changed now is that
They have been taught to speak and look and attend a one night stand putting on their best attire…religion.
I said just because they look alive does not mean they have a heart that beat.
Beware of funeral directors,
Who teach their followers to follow God with their lips?
When their hearts are busy prostituting with other things.
Full of puppets
Who are taught that the synonym of blessings is materialism
Beware they stand as sheep but walk as wolves
With sharp dark teeth
And a throat that is an open grave swallowing peoples mind
And then teach those in the belly of their congregation to follow them more than God.
You shall know them by their fruit
So lazy to look for trees
With deep root
And branches with good fruit
We run to shopping malls to purchase fruit
Am I carrying my cross? I think I gave that to my pastor when he said I have to deposit for a revival
Many of us are walking on the broad road because of our freshly thirst for a miracle
Where we called to make disciples or puppets?
Those who seek life behind the pulpit
Those who carry their ego and not their cross
Beware of dead preachers!