Some Plastic Christians

I feel the need to preface this next offering with an explanation that yes I am a born again Christian and yes there are many, many Christians out there who really do love with the love of Christ and who are real and sincere.

This poem is not based on any of them or indeed targeted at them. Which kind of leaves the rest doesn’t it!

Some Plastic Christians

Some Plastic Christians….

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Some plastic Christians
Put on a face for the church they belong;
Isn’t that wrong?.
Dust of their bibles,
Wearing a face that they keep on a shelf by the door.
Who is it for?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all come from?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all belong?

-o-

Reverent Image
Writing the words of a sermon their heart seldom hears;
Seldom gets near.
Look at them mingling,
Nodding and smiling in sight when there’s somebody there.
What do they care?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all come from?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all belong?

-o-

I look at all the plastic Christians.
I look at all the plastic Christians.

-o-

One lonely person
Died in a church and was buried alone with her pain.
Nobody came.
Reverent Image
Smiling and waving his hand as he walks past her grave.
No one was saved.
All the plastic Christians, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

-oOo-

© Kevin A. Deane

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This poem was based on the song by the Beetles – “Eleanor Rigby” or “All the lonely people”.

It is a comment on those believers who have different church faces to their everyday faces and indeed on the fact that if our love isn’t real, if we are not consistent, true and compassionate and see beyond this then God’s work, the ministry Christ has given us will not be fulfilled.

I know it is controversial and I apologize for any offence it may cause, but I ask that you consider it’s validity before complaining about it’s harshness.

Pray For Our Pastor

Pray For Our Pastor

Please pray much faster,
we’ve only one pastor
And he has so much
he’s to do.

He’s prayed and he’s fasted
I amazed that he’s lasted
Especially pastoring you

He’s youth clubs and kids club
Studies and prayer meets
And even a men’s group or three

And if that ain’t enough
It’s really been tough
Cause he’s even been pastoring me

So please pray much faster
For our solitary pastor
And the life that now is his lot

And if you’ve a mind
Be ever so kind
And forgive him
For being a Scott!

And think of his wife
As she helps with his strife
And their children
Whom they love so true.

So show that you care
And for her say a prayer
And forgive her
Cause she’s Scottish too.

© Kevin A. Deane

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OK here is a just a bit of fun really. I was mopping the floor and thinking about a conversation I had had with my Pastor when this little poem started to form in my head.

As you know I live and attend a church in Ireland. The Pastor and his wife (Andrew and Lorna) a good friends of mine and are great people whom I love dearly. Both of them are Scottish and came over here to answer a call they had on their lives.

Now I often play with them about their being Scottish (I’m English so that may explain why) and so wrote this little poem just as a bit of playfulness really.

I hope you enjoy it.

S O S

S O S

Roads are laid in tarmac,
where the houses of God once stood.
Crosses made of concrete,
where once they were of wood.

The face of earth is dying,
sometimes the faith as well.
To God we all run crying,
and hope that time will tell.

O Lord please help your children,
to find the way to go.
Send your spirit through them,
and let your churches grow.

© Kevin A.Deane

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Some of the saddest sights that I have seen are closed and derelict churches.

Communion’s Kiss

Communion's Kiss

You know the reason children,
that you take the bread and wine.
In remembrance of our Savior,
until the end of time.

So come to the table, worship him.
With a love that is divine.
In you His light should not be dim.
So let His spirit shine.

But the attitudes you have my child,
the feelings of your heart.
Should be of peace, and not all wild,
right from the very start.

So come to the table, worship him.
With a love that is divine.
In you His light should not be dim
So let His spirit shine.

But remember now my children,
as you take the bread and wine.
They touch your lips just like a kiss,
don’t be a Judas at this time.

Just come to the table, worship him.
With a love that is divine.
In you His light should not be dim
So let His spirit shine.

© Kevin A. Deane

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Another poem from my early Christian days.  Taking the bread and wine is something that I am very passionate about and something that I don’t feel is taught enough about.

Church Politics

Church Politics

There is but one thought
from this simple bod.
Faith’s a lot simpler,
when you deal with just God

© Kevin A. Deane

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When I was a small boy I was sent to church, I grew up believing in God. When I became a Christian I was passionate about God and about being a part of His church. Then I went to church and witnessed all the politics etc. I am still passionate about God.