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After Watching a Televangelist on YouTube (with captions)

This song borrows the language and sound of arena worship intentionally. I wanted the familiarity of this sincere sound that is emotionally sweeping — because that is what makes hypocrisy in sacred spaces so devastating. This is not a critique of worship music per se. It is more a confrontation of leaders who weaponize holiness while living in contradiction to the love they preach. This song is part of a series based on the poems of Hafiz in his book Little Book of Life made new by Erfan Mojib & Gary Gach. This one is the 16th poem in the book. Poem & Lyrics below. Song on Suno; Video Editing on Clipchamp; captions on MixCaptions; assistance from Lyra (my ChatGPT AI.) Hafiz poem 16: Those preachers / Who appear glorious / In pulpits & on altars / Yet in private / Act totally the opposite After Watching a Televangelist on YouTube Baby-blue, 3-piece suit, polished shoes, spotlight grin, pacing like a general about to march us away from sin. Spread-eagle power pose, Bible lifted high. “Thus saith the Lord,” he thunders, and the faithful multiply. Hellfire in a sing-song, making people feel shame, naming every sinner, while building his own fame. Clap on cue (clap on cue.) Laugh on cue. Fear on cue (fear on cue.) Who’s saving who? Holiness in high definition; righteousness on air. Send your prayers, send your tithe; God is watching everywhere. But heaven seems suspiciously well-funded from below— private jets and velvet ropes; they put on a really good show. Glorious in the pulpit, spotless in the light, but who are you in darkness when no one sees at night? Preaching virginal purity, selling fear by weight. You built a wall of scripture, but your words still smell like hate. If your fire is set on purpose, if your worship’s just pretend, don’t call it holy thunder; it’s collecting a dividend. “You are obligated,” he says with holy breath, “to walk before this wicked world that’s dying unto death.” The crowd breaks into applause— what are we clapping for? The thought of others burning while we guard the door? Girls on ball diamonds sent home in disgrace because a grown man can’t govern his own gaze? Blame it on the shorts. Blame it on the fall. Never blame the preacher for lusting after all. Speak of yourself in third person, as if legend were your name, as if repetition sanctifies a reputation built on shame. Glorious in the pulpit, towering in might, but saints don’t need a spotlight to practice what is right. You say this Word don’t change— neither does your need to rule by guilt and terror and manifest your greed. If your holiness is fragile, and your mercy comes with fees, don’t tell me you’re a shepherd— you’re counting sheep for fleece. You wipe the brow of the sick— with cameras rolling. You cry for the sinner— while stock portfolios are growing. You thunder about adultery from a velvet throne of lies. You warn of hell beneath us, while building yours in disguise. Maybe the real blasphemy is selling God for gain. Maybe the real heresy is monetizing pain. Maybe holiness looks nothing like a televised crusade. Maybe truth is quieter than the spectacle you made. Glorious in the pulpit— but heaven keeps receipts, recording every sermon and the secrets in the sheets. Those who climb the highest heights to shout what others lack can fall the furthest distance when the spotlight pulls back. If your gospel is a weapon, if your altar is a stage, if your version of religion builds a spiritual cage, then keep your wisdom, preacher. Keep your polished words. God is not your franchise, and your truth smells like turds. “Faulty Fire, Faulty worship Jimmy Swaggart preaching on Holiness”, mdministries, YouTube, posted Jun 24, 2013,    • Faulty Fire, Faulty worship   Jimmy Swagga...   Hafiz. Hafiz's Little Book of Life. Translated by Erfan Mojib and Gary Gach, Hampton Roads Publishing, 2023.