I once was blind....

You cannot ever convince me that those four walls can make you whole
That sitting inside those pews, there,  will transform your immortal soul
I have seen it and I have also felt it: the gaze of the judging eye
Who will sing out every Sunday but then ignore the orphan's cry....

Oh yes you will be joining the choirs and you will join the noble quest
Of holding up those signs of unity and  shout out with great protest
But what of the ones right near you .. the ones you continue to deny
The brother.. the sister.. the cousin; you refuse to love or look in the eye

It saddens me to even think this..and  even more so to sadly write
That, I,  was once, one of those people... who thought that: I always right....
That I could have stood in  judgment or that I could have  cast a slur
Embarrasses me to this moment and makes me more humble I am sure

So now I'm pleading for mercy; for forgiveness and for the Light
So that, I can become more loving and not be so blinded by my pride
That I can give of my love more freely to every person... every time
I beg of the Giver of everything:  the ability to bless all with my rhyme