Judgment
God has given me a gift
To encourage others, shine a light
When the cellar door closes
And the darkness threatens to win.
I will feel it suddenly, an urge,
A persistent grip that won't release
Until I act and tell someone
"You are beautiful, important, special."
But sometimes the door swings
And I am left on the other side
Wishing someone would hear God's call
To see me, hear me, help me.
Usually the darkest corners
Where judging monsters hide
Are in the buildings with a cross on top
And righteous enforcers within.
They piously talk about God,
But mostly they point out the cobwebs
In the corners of your life,
Left when Jesus chased the spiders away.
They don't see the crown molding,
They see the peeling paint.
They don't see a child of the King
Only a scarred believer in love.
To them I say: You are beautiful!
Love yourself, dance among the cobwebs
And when you have the urge,
Open the cellar door for someone in the dark.
Until then, I will continue my crusade
Unaided by a congregational army.
And pray for people to see the light
Unfiltered by their stained-glass hearts.
I will encourage unabashedly,
Love unashamedly, accept unconditionally,
Seeking to listen only to what God urges,
Not the whispers of modern-day Pharisees.
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