Why do we resort to all these harsh words?
Brothers, are we not called to be salt? Light?
To love the unlovable, dead in blight?
Why is truly loving the lost absurd?
Is this why our message now goes unheard?
Don’t we see we aren’t doing this quite right?
When the message we spread is out of spite…
The pathology of Earth goes uncured
Someday I think we all will be ashamed
When we find the believer’s real disease
Wasn’t recanting their faith in His name
Rather that they shunned the sickest of these
Concerned about being seen with the lame
To give them the Key that would set them free
((December 4th,2005))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem