Still Fake

As I sit and watch the endless parade,
I glimpse the workings inside this show.
Master illusionists managing this charade,
Making my distrust ever larger grow.

This is not the Will of God,
To be contained within these walls,
He created all to praise Him,
Not for us to mock Him
With our words of hatred and lies.

I yern for a church that is God's
in every way.
I search for a church that still believes
in our awesome god.

But still, all I see is shams,
Expensive shows to fool the eye.
Fake words, Fake music, Fake beief.
Take us God, and show us the way.

Raise up a Church,
One that Believes,
One that is Real
One that isn't still fake...