Poetry: The Church Needs To Shepherd Even The Hurt Sheep
All I've ever had is you
You thought me think
You thought me feel
You thought me
I was we
We were never alone.
You made me love me.
You made me connect dots with God
Who I felt never loved me.
Church still don't accept me.
I know I'm a little burnt
Cause I tell the truth
Don't hide behind polish
They see all my cracks bare
They think I am sin and sin is me
Yet aren't we all looking for grace
From a father we never desired.
It is easy to feel God and church
When life has been easy to swallow
The devils been calling me since I was little
They may see good and light
In this world all I know is escape dark
By any means necessary
My voice is loud
That's all I got to keep peace about.
You'll never understand
If it looked like Satan loved you more than Jesus
So you carry sin as a cross.
Its hard to follow God when you feel if he is love
Why have I been abandoned
Asking why is the devil the only one with options
When religious people walk past at your bleeding.
I've had to fight being drawn into sin with everything.
Bitterness is easy for me
Love is easy if you're right with me.
Life hasn't been fair.
God letting my enemies walk
Letting injustice continue
Then saying forgive is like a slap in the face
Took me long to see him as worthy of worship
Yes we are all sinners
Yet I don't see all men as my brothers and sister
Some are Cain
Same days I say lord thanks for recognising
Abel's spilled blood
When I you gonna recognise mine
Not be scared
Not utter little motivations to heal deep wounds
Or see me as damaged broken
Not rinsed or want to be rinsed by the word
Like the church.
I have seen enough to read people.
Even behind the fake smiles
I know most of your people don't care enough.
I know this is not feel good poetry.
The world isn't always good.
Looking at the light always
Allows the dark to triumph.