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Anthem of heaven incased in this CD on the market.
A devotion song reformed to a green collection in his pocket.
Culture how it has sought us!
Taken our reverence and bought us!
Worship sowing designer clothes for the artist.
Melodies in bondage begin to simulate the masses.
We have the radio to blare the repeat.
Give us our fame and retreat
This noise of adoration motivates a half hearted beat on the steering wheel.
We can no longer own the heart and we can’t preach our message.
We are just a copy of a man’s heart once spilled to His maker
given over to another to do as he so pleases.

We are bought. Owned.



I want to work on this one. It seems a little hard to follow. I want it to be concrete and to the point but still lyrical. Any comments or suggestions?

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Anonymous said…
This is interesting. A criticism on modern worship in the market? Half-hearted listeners and producers... influenced by the culture... the "Christian" culture?
8:10 PM
Tamara said…
Yeah, I am trying to make the poem a little more concrete so there isn't confusion. I also don't want someone to think I hate modern worship. But, I want to address how someone can take a worship song that is precious to it's artist and disassociate with the message.
11:21 AM
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