A Poem to the Children of the Megachurches

Do no harm to the children those of the world and those of jealous tiny churches.

SUFFERING WE WIN LOSERS

John, a beloved child of Christ by the will of God

On his way to the Father in Jesus his Father and King,

Surround me with the Spirit to spare me the rod

As I and the reader meet you in everything

For you are our great heavenly Father I pray

As I scatter something to eat on the earth to feed

Your sheep good Shepherd so bless this my better hay

Now made blessed by thanks for your children's need

That they loved God and now love you Lord of all

For let the one that doesn't love you be cursed

But the one that does be given your true call

Please give them your best but them others your very worst

We know them by their words and deeds of  choice

For they are hurtful and coarse, unloving and unloved

But let your sheep now break out and sing and rejoice

That we suffer moment by moment their fists not gloved

For that is what their words have been to us all

Like fisticuffs that slam into our spirits so meek

Let us not join them in their Satanic brawl

Oh, hear your children Jesus as we speak

For they honor us though they intend to annoy

We share in your suffering and close with our joy!