Pastor, Can You Raise the Dead?

Win the empirical with flattery,

Be drunk on applause all your days,

And liken negative preaching to battery,

But can you raise the dead?

You can dance to appease the masses,

Entertain with your sermonettes,

Kiss your hearers' gluteus maximusses,

And give them therapeutic tourniquets,

But can you raise the dead?

You can baptize if you dare,

Get them to walk the aisle mile,

Have them pray a prayer,

And win them with your style,

But can you raise the dead?

You can polish your personality,

Polish your talks,

Make the dead enjoy your amity,

And cast vision for your flocks,

But can you raise the dead?

You can impress,

Win them to yourself,

Use positive preaching to relieve their stress,

And encourage them to place sin on a shelf.

But can you raise the dead?

You can have them ask Jesus into their hearts,

Without having them to repent,

Just so you can add their numbers to your charts,

For, to the SBC your numbers will be sent,

But can you raise the dead?

Twice as much sons of hell,

That is what you make,

For to them you sell,

Therapeutic deism cake,

But can you raise the dead?

The answer is no,

The dead you refuse to raise,

For patting yourself on the back is the goal,

And Satan is the source of your praise.

Repent, or to Hell with your soul,

For the gospel, the dead will raise,

But you must change your goal,

On Christ alone must be your gaze.