So, this is the house of God

Another one, eh?

How many houses do you need?

I thought you lived in Mount Sion

Or sat on your throne in the kingdom of Heaven

But here I am in your ‘house’

Where are you?

I’ve been and called for you loads of times

But you are never in

Look, I know you are busy,

but I think you are taking the piss now

Even your Son seems to avoid me

 

So I’m sat here on your cold tiled floor

(What no carpets?)

I took my shoes off

I know you like that

 

If this was my house I might fix those loose tiles

There’s a creaking board over there too

And, just look at those cobwebs

 

I heard that once you were always here

Now you only pop in for an hour of a Sunday

Holiday home is it?

Why don’t you just sell up; retire.

You could feed your flock then

You’ve got too many starving sheep for my liking

Not a very good shepherd, are you?

 

A sign on the wall says,

‘Who have you forgiven today?’

Well, I forgive you God

I forgive you, for abandoning us all to Hell

Hope you are well.

 

Did you get the Christmas card I sent?

You never sent one back

Is it the stamps you lack?

Or are you just too lazy to write back?

 

I sit here looking at your fineries

I put a penny in the box for the fabrics

And another one for the church roof

Where’s the box for the poor?

Don’t you love them anymore?

Now your Son is rich and famous has he forgot his roots?

Have you?

There’s a lot of marble in here too,

But you seem to have misplaced yours

To believe that we believe in you

When it seems that you don’t believe in us anymore

 

Look! I don’t want to make a fuss

So I will leave now

So sorry, I forgot to bow.

 

P.S.  You really need to repoint those walls before your whole house crumbles