-PT

In the realm where Jesus' name resounds,
They sing and praise, His glory abounds.
Kneeling, praying, devotion profound,
Yet truth in their words, nowhere to be found.

If only those who speak His hallowed name,
Would live in His likeness, fueled by the same flame.
As the creator of all, His vision unblurred,
May their eyes be opened, His truth be heard.

Jesus, a name of sacred grace,
Now reduced to an investment, misplaced.
In parties and revelry, hearts misplaced,
Clapping and stamping, souls defaced.

If only...

They claim the Holy Spirit within their core,
Yet worldliness seeps, external decor.
Hair and nails mirroring the worldly trends,
No shame as they pray, with mixed amends.

If only...

O Creator, illuminate their blinded sight,
Reveal your brilliance, with mercy ignite.
Let those who speak His name, truly believe,
In love, compassion, and grace, let them cleave.

In the poetic tapestry of life's grand scene,
May the name of Jesus, in hearts serene,
Reside with reverence, a sacred hymn,
A testament to His love, never growing dim.