Waiting for a Real Jesus! – Poetry

He never hears me when I pray
Moving in this corrupt wrong 
’cause waiting on God just seems to take too long
If He is the way the truth and the light
Why did He allow my children to burn to death
In that house on Blue street in the middle of the night
I don’t care what artificial Christians say
Imposter counterfeit contrived
He’s just the typical cliché
A myth to reach the mass
Pastor looking boldly at my 13 year old daughters ass
Mothers of the church turning up their noses calling me fast
My passions only made my Christ queasy
His sacrifice was heroic
I’m sure it didn’t come easy
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While onlookers gather in the streets
Making haste pointing fingers while He hung  battered and weak

Sinners Traders and Judas secretly know
I looked deep within and asked
 But Lord is it me though 

I know your voice that so mercifully freed us
So I wait patiently and diligently
For a real Jesus!
❤