The Celebration

It was time again on Sunday morn

for another grandiose of the spiritual cotillion

in all the sacred, sanctimonious saintly splendor

that this ancient, venerable ethereal edifying elation inspires.

 

Parading around in their self-deified masks

so proud of that whitewashed seraph make up,

which hide the grit and grime underneath

safely exposed outside this tabernacle of belief

where God is deaf and blind beyond the walls.

 

Today the throngs shall rush forward during the altar call

as same crowd gets save that did last week.

 

Then Brother Better Than You will get healed of his pain

though it will still hurt as it always does,

afterwards Sister Lilly White

will have a word of prophesy

declaring the Lord is coming on Tuesday,

everyone will shout and scream

forgetting she made the same forecast every week for years.

 

Visitors will be told they are loved,

be given cards to fill out to be remembered,

received welcome we care letters in the mail

addressed to Dear: To Whom It May Concern.

 

Deacon Analbe will speak about a miracle happening

all with give praise

though nobody saw it take place except for him.

 

The Right Reverend Bobby Jo Lo Precious

shall preach on the power of prosperity,

they’ll pass the plate because everyone knows

donations are required as a tax for eternal fire insurance.

with all the pew sitters leaving in their old cars

while he tools away in his Rolls Royce.

 

Oh it is the Mardi Gras of religiosity,

which never goes out of style,

peddling false traditions with such pomp and convictions

offering everything, but the truth

all in Jesus’ name.