Sometimes you think
‘I am not a better Christian’
Nor do I deserve to be one
Sometimes thoughts of despair
Cloud your brain, thinking
I will never be good enough
Not like the ushers I see
Not like the priests who preach
Nor the friends I see
Sometimes you find yourself
Stuck in this dungeon of choice
Where you regret getting in
In the first place
You somehow remember your life in sin
Your sweet dirty past bombards you
Your guiltless past comes rolling down
Showing you that in all ways
You do not belong and are wasting time
But what is better?
Burning in exposed skin or in asbestos wear?
Getting slain naked or in armor?
The church is not for the perfect
It is not for the sinless either
It is not for those in white robes
And pure speech
It is not for those with honeyed words
And consistent Christian dialect
It is for you, who is filthy, broken
And guilty of sin
It is for those who need rescue
Let not white robes shock you
They all have a fallen nature like you
Do not quit yet