This poem/creative writing/? is about a guy who sits in the front pew acting like a Christian every Sunday but isn't such a great guy the rest of the time. So far the people I've shared it with don't really like it but I do and here it is...Keep in mind it is just in the form it came in when it spilled out of my head...didn't make any changes so it's a bit rough.

Front Pew Christian

He was a front pew Christian
every Sunday morning
He was a front pew Christian
every single week
He was Christian and so tall
Asked to coach the youth
basketball team

They didn't know what he did on Mondays
They didn't know what he did at night
They only knew
He was a front pew Christian
and thought he'd be all right.

He was a front pew Christian
soemtimes asked to teach
He was a front pew Christian
always liked to preach
about all the things
other people shouldn't do
then he proudly walked
back to his front pew

They didn't know what he did on Mondays
They didn't know what he did at night
They only knew
He was a front pew Christian
and thought he'd be all right.

20 years later accusations flew
some were shocked
others already knew
but it is hard to accuse
the man in the front pew


He was a front pew Christian
suffering from addiction
he was a front pew Christian
who liked alcohol and little girls

They didn't know what he did on Mondays
They didn't know what he did at night
They only knew
He was a front pew Christian
and thought he'd be all right.

(c) Vicki Shields 3/15/2009


Open to co-writers and collaborations with other lyricists and/or musicians.