Preacher Of The Punch
They came from near and far.
To hear the preacher, a big star.
He preached hot hell and freezing snow.
He alone could steal the show.
By the time he got on stage.
He already had worked up a rage.
He had them crying and screaming.
He had them praying with feeling.
He flushed their pockets of all their change.
“The Lord will provide”, he fed their brains.
He tore them down to worthless sinners.
Then built them up to glorious winners.
He asked for a dedication and they all came up.
He blessed each one while they drank from a cup.
He said it was the blood of the Lord.
For each and every one it struck a chord.
They were all saved by the blood of the lamb.
He had them eating right out of his hand.
They would follow him anywhere.
They would do whatever he dared.
He took them to the jungle in Guyana.
To avoid the persecution that was falling like manna.
He got them all to drink “Guyana Punch.”
It wasn’t something just served for lunch.
It was poison that would release them home.
Now that it’s done, you have been shown.
A preacher may be full of fire and brimstone.
But, if he says he will bring you home.
Then it’s time to find a new congregation.
Somewhere else to drink your libations.
Otherwise you will be disappointed.
When it is time for you to be anointed.
There is a God who will save all who come.
Read the Bible, you’ll know who is the One.
That way in that glorious day
Your sins will have been forgiven and cast away.
————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)