This building is barley standing on its own foundation.
Ive collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart and sucked the life out of
this for all of Sunday to see.
Ive taken the breath out of everything they believe, everything they hold true.
Preaching to the deaf
and blind, no one sees my effort.
No one gets the point.
Welcome to my dying home.
Welcome inside these crumbling walls.
A
meaningless handshake greets them all with smiles of false hope.
Do I even care as I watch a sea of people dwindling into an audience
of skin and bones- an audience who doesnt have the strength to walk out on a man who has tarnished their faith?
