Working on the world

Church is the abode that sinners assess,
And prisons are the home for saints called good .
Impotent power ruling the masses.
Famine strikes but the rich are junking food.
The earth needs revival. Spirit please brood.
But God won’t come where there’s a me and you,
To change and make heal, every black-and-blue.
I’ve got plans to make earth like Paradise.
So every morning comes with fresh dew.
A Mandela and Luther soon will rise.

Tochi