Analysis of Those Pentecostals

They are outside Town

With their strange noisy Church

And the tongues might

Be heard from the street.

It’s all signs and wonders

Just like Swaggart and friends

Must admit his piano was sweet.

We have our doubts

Here First Baptist, our bunch.

The Word rules it all

And the power gifts, utterance are DONE.

But their joy, eager showing up

Gets one to think.

How might things be if

Religion were fun.

Those folks search their Testaments

Back it all up.

Their sermons are not

All goose bumps.

And Jesus had said

In Spirit and in Truth.

A day comes when the saint

Bows AND JUMPS. (Read John chapter four with the Woman at the well.)