I saw a mad man up the hill
Going to church by his free will
I followed keenly forgetting my bill
And hid in silence as the congregations still
The preaching pastor stopped and wailed:
Where are the ushers who have failed?
Do you wish to listen to the derailed?
Be up and doing and sack this derailed
The mad man lifted some huge sticks
Threatening all to pick their picks
All he wanted was to join the sicks
A threat to sack him will cost some sticks
You needed eyes there to see the messed cue
Of runners who shed their colours and turned to blue
None thought of anything in two
Everyone rushed out in time so due
I stood at a distance and watched them run
I never knew the mad man who smiled like the sun
So when the pastors stood bruised by the run
I tried to enter and saw the mad man
He was kneeling in front of the pulpit
Asking God why he dug this pit
I watched with interest as he took his veil
Not a mad man but the Man Himself looking so pale
He asked His people what the Bible says
Who but God orders all the pays?
How could they sack the needy and the hurt?
With shame and fails all faces were hurt
I went to kneel so I could also be blessed
His disappointments were registered and deeply stamped
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014