by Ariel Douglas (19 October 2014)

 

You know that something's wrong,

You've known it all along.

You're searching and searching,

Falling, tripping, lurching,

For help, for something to fill the hole inside.

Not wanting judgement you try to hide

All of the boiling conflict in your heart.

We all see you falling apart,

But no one takes the time to see

All that you're trying not to be.

You think that you're a good person,

But that's not what counts, never taught that lesson.

You come to us for the rumored grace,

Mercy, love, and kindness, but we spit in your face.

"How dare you," we shout. "We know what you've done!

What makes YOU think that you can just come?"

You turn away hurt and dejected,

Why is it that we're better and you are rejected?

What right do we have, you ask yourself,

To say that we're good and put you on a shelf?

We don't deserve it and neither do you,

So you do what you always do.

Try and find another way,

And then you die one day.

And because of our self-righteousness,

You go away to eternal death.

And we carry-on our merry way,

Ignoring what God has to say.

And when we die ourselves,

God will make us give account

For your lost soul that we rejected

And we will grieve just as expected.

We should live to prevent this end,

By loving all of the ones that God sends.