Whether we come to church all tailored
Or we have to wear old jeans and a shirt
We're supposed to be there to worship
Not to judge each others material worth

Do we welcome the stranger
In tattered smelly clothes
Or do we change our seats
Make him feel like a hobo

Do we treat all members the same
Or do we treat the large tithers best
Would the pastor still want to be here
If his pay was far far less

Do we gossip and place judgment
On those we don't understand
Or do we love them anyway
Without expectations or demands

My heart goes out to the churches
Who make worship so difficult
Who make folks feel they don't belong
And in the end get no results

Churches are for the sick
The sinner who's lost his sight
His desire is to leave the darkness
And walk straight into the light

But can this be accomplished
By the church who loves him not
Would Jesus be happy that we abused
The one sheep He so diligently sought

Clothes, tithes, mannerisms
Should not be ours to judge
Changes can only take place
Through unconditional love

When we abuse a child God sent
We negate all good that we do
Without kindness and acceptance
Everything else becomes moot

God looks deep into our hearts
Outer appearance is not His care
He judges us by our hearts intent
I wonder what He'll find there

Special thanks to my dear friend, Mary Silva, for allowing me to reprint this soul searching poem. Be sure to visit Mary's website titled "Whispered Winds" for more wonderful Christian poetry.

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8 January 2011