I knocked on the door of every church here in town

to find me some guidance and hope and for grace

some doors opened widely and many faces appeared

with friendly fake smiles like they’re all coached to do

and offer me T shirts and mugs full of brew

some doors were opened more slowly than those

and said nothing to me as the welcome bells chimed

finding a seat in the back on the hard wooden pew

to shake hands with some strangers and sing some old songs

then quietly slipping out the front door with no words

left alone to wonder alone why the old church seems cold

but the megachurch people want to be your best friend

it’s hard to keep searching, this quest for a place

that respects your own space and Jesus is love, not hate

 

 

 

 

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