I THE HYPOCRITE

I the hypocrite;
My mouth is like saturated clouds filled with gossip,
Bearing false witness and bad talking is my business,
Like a thunderstorm I wreck havoc and make plenty mischief.
Yes it’s me the hypocrite;
Getting on and behaving like if I perfect,
My outside is decorated nice, but inside filled with filth,
I have a beam in my eye and I try to dig out others specks.
Who me the hypocrite?
Yes I don’t even know that I am a misfit,
All I ever practised was to create serious conflict,
Like I never hear the saying “when yuh have nothing to say spit”
The talking big hypocrite;
My mouth full of empty words and deceitfulness,
Nobody ever knows when I speak what the truth is,
Having an excuse for all the wrongs I’ve committed.
The under the bushel hypocrite;
I supposed to be shining Jesus light but others don’t see it,
Because I like to please me and I like my waywardness,
And I boldface enough to take Jesus name and then misrepresent it.
The in need of a Saviour Hypocrite;
I recognise that I am a sinner and unworthy of God’s grace,
But I know that because of Jesus’ sacrifice I could access His forgiveness,
If I confess my sins, repent and turn by His strength from my wickedness.
And so Jesus my pray is,
That you cover me with your blood and your loving-kindness,
Cleanse me Lord I need your forgiveness,
Help me Lord to be no more; I the hypocrite.

Copyright by Kerwin Leeroy Falcon Stephens