Formality

There’s a lot of elation

Interaction and relation

A fiercely passionate, burgeoning congregation.

 

They see their own souls

Pursue their own goals

Others are trampled, or trodden over like moles.

 

There’s an underground

More ignored than unfound

Worldly cares unheard as unspiritual, unsound.

 

They decide and divide

Quietly seethe and deride

Denominations birthed while people, millions died.

 

So where’s the love?

Coursing only from above?

Burst forth with the faith you’ve been singing of!