The Preacher and His Trophy Wife

You… you’ve blossomed. Knowledgeable.  You say that you don’t talk eloquent in front of new believers/unbelievers. Careful in craft. You’re unbelievable. So exquisite. A new taste. God’s gift to mankind. I’m glad I got to meet you, you rare find. Churched, perched, preacher. Hey you, are you so comfortable that you’re the only one digging deeper. Full of hope. So dope. Thank God you came. The talent of every other follower you place – deface, criticize, prophesy , reprimand. Cause you’re legacy is bigger, higher, straight from… oh wait, you are GOD’S HANDS.

The pride of every man. Asserted, converted. You had a rough past too, yet you think you got life down better. You’re unique, a beautifully flawed treasure. It’s funny cause I thought humility was to make a man humble, not to make many stumble… and the ideology has been crumbled. Tunnel vision…Dimly lit You think you are so better fit for the lime light.

You run the race. Set pace. Dust flying all over thy face. You’re so good at dusting, to your own path you stay trusting. You, stupid, unconscious… perfection. But dude, you say your so dirty, Oh, so unworthy. I see you and think of Pharisees... misplaced, wordy, verbeeeeee.

I like your actions. With each one you gain so much interaction. Rather satisfaction. List of achievements so tall, your humility yet to be seen. Joyous. Triumphant. Sound the horns. I’ve think there’s more humility in a man looking at cheap porn behind closed doors. But please, do not think of me, that I’m trying to even the score. Sin is sin. Nothing less. Nothing more.

Message. Yeah, we do need to conceive truth. You are the voice who has the real choice. You talents and skills. So high above me. So high. When you listen to speakers speak and preachers preach you sigh. Righteousness. There are hard working men battling and raging, being worn thin and you think you have it better than them. There are servants of men and you think you have more talent buried in.

Stop proclaiming what you do. Stop posting about your truths. The right and left hand should not know what the others do. Young gun. Bible bearing piety. I eye thee. You’re so unaware you get so many blank stares as you put that “please like my comment or post underneath my fames” status up there. Many a man will pat you on the back. Good vibes you might rack. But God’s judgment on His leaders you will have stacked. God’s glory is not your trophy wife. It's ageless, holy, and sacred. We are dying, fickle, and unwise.

All of this. God detests. He detests this.