Dear Pastor

The pastor said it wasn't real

Church hurt he said is an excuse

He said that I should forgive again

And try to read the Bible too

Pray he said

Look away he said

Look at Jesus not at me

Worship, prayer, and Scripture too should be all you need

Not that way he said

THIS way he said

The Holy Spirit is with ME

Why, oh why, can you not just agree with me

I tried, I tried, oh I promise I tried

But the hurt grew even more

Til I could not continue sitting still

And out the door I had to go

I know the whispers are still there

She's deceived and in sin some believe

I know she will be back they say

But little do they perceive

Within those walls my Savior was not

Where pride and arrogance reigned

Out here I can breathe and perhaps Jesus I will see

As I sit with the wounded and distraught

If Jesus is real I will not find him there

And I will not be manipulated and forced

I want to get down, down on the ground

And serve the way I thought I was taught

You see I too am made in the image of God

His voice too I am made to hear

So pastor, dear pastor, I fear you may be wrong

And with you I no longer agree