Love Is Not A Weapon Poem by david lessard

Did you ever wish me dead?
Or did you want to forget?
Do you regret the things you've said?
Am I still caught in love's cruel net?

You shut my voice on down,
You banished my behavoir;
I feared to make a sound,
You called upon your Savoir.

You said, you spoke with God,
Words with the holy spirit;
But then you acted rather odd,
and I think your nothing near it.

If you love the Lord, why curse?
If you love the Lord, why the anger?
I never had such thoughts to nurse,
Why am I now to you, a stranger?

If you love the Lord so much,
Then you must seal away your hate;
Don't use Jesus as your crutch,
Don't use the church at any rate.

Faith doesn't come by ruthless fights,
Faith isn't grown by noxious screams;
It can't be had by unsettled nights,
Or planted by unseeded dreams.

You can say you speak to God forever,
You can say you have the holy spirit;
You can't keep our bond on such a tether,
When I suspect your nowhere near it.