It's my father's house
Yet it never feels like home
I should feel welcome
But the looks i get say
'look well he came'
In their eyes
My sins are magnified
In their eyes
I am not worthy
The murmurs behind my back
They're saying it
I shouldn't be there
I don't like being there either
But my soul is too dark
I need some light
This i get from the church
Not anymore though
Now the congregation eclipses me
Alienating me
Yes i am a sinner
But isn't the church for the lost sheep
My relationship with the church
Is on the rocks
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