For so long they've hid
in their towers
behind their walls.
They were like a club
exclusive to middle class
exclusive to hymnal bigotry.
For so long they plagued me,
logic questioned their motivation.
Why and how could humility be
so ingrained in what we see
when we look at them?
Then one day, I became one of them
the faithful few who walk in the light
and try to love everyone we meet.
Little did I know how Metallica was
still my theme song, holier than thou.
My heart song was to see the lost saved,
not realized how lost I still was... chasing
striving to become someone new,
not seeing God created me.
So the faithful have been a family
they are not who I thought I saw
on the television, the distorted reality.
Jesus is love, and so is the Church,
so long as it's not poisoned with bigotry.
Let my brothers and sisters rise up in love,
and not judge, but dine with sinners in humility.
