Rejected

Rejected

A fading light, a distant hope
Her life is full of dread.
Everything that she once loved
Is gone, or lost, or dead.

She wishes she could die somehow,
Or mend her shattered heart.
Her world is full of broken shards,
She's dying in the dark.

A fading life, a whispered prayer
She sees a beam of light.
Distant whispers reach her ears
Of One who rids the night.

She's drowning in a sea of sin,
She grasps for light and love.
Her fists close up on nothingness;
She doesn't measure up.

That fading light, the distant hope
Is held beyond her reach.
They shun her for the things she's done
When they're supposed to teach.

So many ones like she have died
Rejected and alone
Condemned to death for what they've done
Denied a loving home

The light went out, the hope is gone
She can't swim anymore
She sinks beaneath the churning waves
Still lost and far from shore

If only she'd been told about
The love of Jesus Christ
If we would seek and find the lost
And let them come inside.

The light they hide is Jesus Christ
His arms are open wide
He'll take your hand and heal your heart
And lead you to the light.


I was angry when I wrote this. There are so many people who call themselves Christian, who say that they love the lost--yet when a hurting person passes by them they lift their nose, as if somehow growing up in church or wearing certain clothing will save them. A lot of people have died because the people who are supposed to heal the hurting shun them and form stuck-up clans, refusing entry to anyone who does not follow their rules. It makes me sad.