Spirits
A man that drinks too much
Is thought to have lost touch.
He stumbles around like he's blind
Acting like he has lost his mind.
Yet today some churches attend the bar,
And they take the laughing thing too far.
They fall out of the seat on the floor,
And roll around a little more.
In a trance their faces
Look like masks in morbid places.
Some ministers push them down,
And they fall to the ground.
Others claim to heal the sick,
And the ministers all become rich.
There is a problem it seems
With their visions and dreams.
Their prophecy just doesn't come true
No matter what they tell you.
John said to test the spirits that come
Anti-Christ will deny God's Holy Son.
They add to His Word things untrue,
And practices strange things to do.
They twist their mouth to utter things,
And then the Unknown Tongue begins.
There are spirits at work here
They are all around in the atmosphere.
The Spirit of God they never gave a chance
When they practiced all this in advance!
Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell
Background by: Lena Ayer Kittrell