Here's a poem I wrote about some frustrations I've had about how we (and most definitely myself included!) can go to church and read our Bibles, etc, but we often don't do what we know we should, sometimes even intentionally. It is from the point of view of a condemned soul looking on from Hell at a Christian who does 'church' but doesn't follow what he says he believes.
Outside Looking In
You go to church to hear the pastor speak,
Listening intently though your will is weak.
For when you exit the cathedral door,
The message heard follows you no more.
Praying to the Lord, you ask for His aid,
To cover all the blunders you made.
But all you do when you say "Amen"
Is find new ways to make them again.
When reading the Bible, you meet together.
Does this make the studying better?
Yet out in the world, you are not so wise
In keeping this knowledge from an outsider's eyes.
You raise your hands and lift your voice,
How is worship such an easy choice?
For when you're done, we find your behavior
Does not at all resemble your Savior.
You told us naught of your Lord's affection,
And to us your silence meant rejection.
Do you follow Christ to escape from Hell
Yet condemn our souls there to dwell?)
