Chameleon

What's the colour of your faith
Is it ever changing
Try to fit in with the world
Which means some rearranging
Fanatical when you're in church
You sing and speak with power
Then off you go to settle back
Inside your ivory tower.

Are you red hot for The Lord
Not caring what they say
Letting everybody know
That He's the only way
Unafraid of looking daft
You lighten up the dark
Not being a chameleon
You really make your mark.

There is little time for us
To reach a world that's lost
Perhaps we are they're only hope
Prevent a holocaust
We are His chosen people
To show them there's a Man
Who isn't a chameleon
Let's help Him all we can.

This poem was a finalist in the August 2009 poetry contest