Rush

Always in a hurry,
Getting no where fast,
Rushing through your day
Just like you did the last

There’s no rest for the busy
No time to stop and chat
So why should Sunday morning
Be the day you drop the hat?

You sit through Sunday service
As the worship team parades
Playing music chosen for you
To encourage your charade

Rushed on through the worship
Announcements mixed with praise
Jerky starts and choppy stops
To suit your busy ways

The sermon begins-
The sermon ends.

You stand and stretch;
Relieved…
Then head on down to fellowship
Before you take your leave.

Through out the week I follow you,
I hang around your neck.
Placed with careful faithfulness,
Though suffering neglect.

You’ve bound my mouth and tied my hands,
From my eyes you look away.
A silent God on a golden cross
I won’t get in your way.

Wrote at the beginning of November.