Wondering where to go when I was broken . . .
With scared steps I entered the church
Like a rabbit or a lamb;
But I was dirty
People were there who truly did care.
With rod and staff to be sure,
Like a child or a teen.
I was reprimanded
Suspecting now, that those who were forward,
Had painful secrets inside
Of not measuring up
To the standards
Impossible standards that only He could hold;
And He expected us to live
Not under oppression
And fear, but
Too scared now to enter His house anymore;
I worship on the couch in the living room
With YouTube finding the church, sitting
In happiness, thankfulness,