by J. Randal Matheny

Tares grow among the wheat,
Hypocrites sit at Jesus’ feet,
Traitors kiss like closest friends,
Doctrine of pretty preachers offends,
Followers keep the needy at bay,
Hush their cries and block the way —
But shall I, because of them,
Cease to reach for the Savior’s hem?


What do you think?