You made religion look dirty
you gave the bible a new name
one similar to vomit and feces
you definitely didn’t make it easy
I dreaded everything
I made sure I was late everyday to compensate
for my lack of interest in readings
coupled with my mean mug plastered in the
front row of every class
Yeah. You made me hate religion
Question after question flooded my brain
a shock hit me and didn’t stop
til it tackled my heart
I was 20, a Christian and ashamed of it.
You were all surface
a short snippy guy
full of jokes
always had a comeback
and with a pen stroke
you made students second guess the simplest of beliefs.
You knew every scripture
backward and forward
front ways and side ways
down ways and up ways and any other way imaginable
and yet you still didn’t get it.
As a matter of fact, you wrote a book on it; defaming it
you made a mockery of it.
My religion and my God
you made me question the very essence of life.
I still can’t understand why you were so hostile
you haggled over every
Those instructions were foreign to you
the love story buried in those pages was dead to you
and the truth?
Well, let’s just say
the Truth was too close for comfort
its beauty and complexity was fallacy
the renewal the rivers of rushing waters the right the reason
you knew nothing about.
So, now, I pray for you
not a pity prayer but a pleading
to the One who took a beating and
His heart bleeds for you still.