Green pews were laid out as the sermon
And some will even serve both masters,
The tongues lust after another table.
Finding new ups to down
After long sermons of contentment.
See the sermons sound well versed
Until dry leaves fall between the fifteenth and the first.
Amen to unattainable amenities
Prayers to a raise in salary,
A slave mentality just may
Give the sermon;
everything is painted in gold
From the arches to the pulpit
Even ashes glimmer in the sunlight.
Yes, we are where we thought we needed to be.
We have conquered the hill and
reached just beyond our wildest daydreams.
We have danced to melodies of
Shadows while singing a lie,
You are covered under the almighty dollar
A blanket to sickness
A cloak to loneliness
A path to peace
Who has salvation in the almighty dollar?