You sit inside your comfy house
Having tea and cake
Though you are a Christian
Not a move you make
You go to church each Sunday
That’s about your lot
Oh why did Jesus die for you
To give you what He’s got.

You wonder at the acts of folk
Who step out of the shade
The miracles that they perform
The healings that are made
Are all because I bless their work
They trust that I’ll appear
So go on, try to do the same
And I will quell your fear.

A Christian poem by: Mike Bullock

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