Dirty Church

A Poem by Jenni Bailey

Where do I go when the Father needs to confess?  My life is a mess

Where do I go to cuss out His Name?  I asked for Help, He never came

Where do I go when I need to ”get real”?  This is not the time to kneel!

Where do I go when His angels make me wait?  I shouldn’t only matter at the Pearly Gate…

Where do I go when I refuse to kiss His Feet and bow to Him?  I’m proud that I sin!

Where do I go when I can’t be warm in His Light?  I’m okay with being cold in the night

Where do I go when I can’t trust His Plan?  I can’t even trust human hands

Where do I go when He’s not being a Father?  I’m the wild Daughter

Where do I go to laugh at His Word? Hypocrisy is heard

Where do I go when I don’t worship either side? I feel they both have lied!

Where do I go to get that ”unconditional” love?  I’ve learned not to lean on the Gods above

 Where do I go to end the search?  A dirty church