Bible Studies

My group is friendly,
Made up of many nations.
The Italians, Spanish, French,
Portuguese, Polish, Romanian,
Ukranian, Hungarian, Dutch,
And English.

But their group laughs.

Each group of people have brave translators,
To cement the feelings of goodwill,
And pass on the news of Jesus Christ,
Their words flowing around the room like
A whisper of breath,
blown from a pair of lungs with great importance,
Gathering volume as the imformation creats a backlog of understanding.

But their group laughs.

The Brother begins the discussion,
And the discussion is deep,
And the discussion is dull.
Heads begin to turn towards the back of the room.

The other group laughs.

The Brother is under pressure now,
his flock headed towards the greener grass.
He must keep their attention,
And bring them back to the fold.

Juggle,
Or something...

But the other group laughs,
And still he trusts in the faith of the word.

And the crowd goes wild!

In the other room.

And yet while the Brother has lost the battle,
I was lost before it began.