The Church Poem by benaiah sondashi

The Church



I've been overwhelmed
by my troubles
I cannot bear my burdens
Shame rules my mind
Loneliness is my only friend
My weakness is what I hold on to
I need to go to

A place where I can be set free
A place where burdens are lifted
A place where I can be open
A place where I can find fellowship
A place where I can find strength in weakness

My past is calling out my name
Sadness rules my life
My hatred keeps me alive
I have no place to call my home
I have found refuge at the bottom
I need to go to

A place where I can look to the future
A place where I can find joy
A place where I can find true love
A place where I can feel at home
A place where I can be lifted up

Sickness has taken over me
I no longer believe in myself
I even doubt the air that I breathe
I feed on lies to satisfy myself
No one comes to my rescue
I need to go to

A place where I can find healing
A place where I can find real faith
A place where I can find conviction
A place where I can find the truth
A place where I can find Jesus
I need to go to church

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