Scripture makes clear let not evil corrupt. Look at the Lutherans liberal Methodists tolerating beer smoking, dancing sunk as low as the Catholics Neither hot nor cold lukewarm Laodiceans ready to be spewed from the mouth of God. God prefers an honest sinner, the preacher drones, to watered down make-believers. Might as well lie with a bottle of Baileys and a sensuous man as to indulge in a bottle of beer. So she followed the sermon thought herself Methodist at best almost righteous and plump. But the sermon changed In an office cloister Your sin makes a sham of our faith Disobedience turns the Lord’s face abandons your soul to the foe. If we hold a sinner not to account Then the doctrine of separation is nil So she walked away from her childhood faith her fatherless son wrapped warm in her arms And the sermon this fine Sunday morning, Giving a little to the poor.