Church Hurt

Bleeding hearts as far as the eye can see

Somehow they’ll say it wasn’t him, but me

They’ll say I was the one unforgiving and unloving

When the pulpit punches just kept coming

When the preaching shifted from expository to retaliatory

And the fatherly affection turned to intimidation

And the controlling tactics didn’t stop there -

The bullying, coercion, gaslighting don’t compare

To the audacity of his martyrdom complex

As his story goes without proper checks

Deacons parrot his perspective, I call it out

His ally defends him, the rage a shout

There was a time they affirmed my prophecy

That halted when it turned to him - how funny

Then shouting turned to shunning

And the abuses finally sent us running

Closet full of skeletons but they boast of new life

Stepping over all the sheep maimed by his strife

Feigning repentance to manage reputation

“Nothing has changed” - and because of that, there will be no restoration.

I’ll keep praying and love you from a distance

Hopinig that one day we can be side by side in a purer existence