Prosecuted for a faith that is as individual
as it is communal, love in many that is.
Ashamed of those who use Scripture as weapons,
drawing blood and tears wherever they may fall.
Hard and hollow because there is no Spirit,
that fills the words and the hearts of its followers.
I want a living faith that I participate in,
one of love and charity, hope and patience,
I will never gossip with you about someone else,
I do not take pleasure in other peoples pain.
Large in number, splintering in its followers,
the faith that is supposed to save many is being taken
for something in which hate can be spewed forth,
it does not deserve a front of false hope,
the real hope I wish you could know.
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