Wounded In The House

I stepped into the church one day
Wounded as I could be
Battered by the storms of life
And looking for some relief.

I was told this was a hospital.
Where I could find medicine for my pain.
And a shelter from the storms of life-
Where I could come in and get out of the rain.

Instead I was met with bitter words.
That caused my heart to bleed.
Wounded in the house of God-
Now where can I turn for relief?
Thursday, December 14, 2006
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