People don't believe I love them.
They feel unworthy from a life of sin;
The church is a cause of this -
They judge those coming in.
How can I draw more people
If the church looks at them, and scorn?
They should be an expression of My love -
To help them be reborn.
The church asks, "why love someone
Living in so much sin?"
Listen, noone ever born, that if I could,
I'd die for them again.
Every person is important.
I don't love one over the other;
Isn't a child still loved,
When they disobey their mother?
Satan whispers in My children's ears.
Therefore, they feel condemned;
The church must tell them how much they're loved,
No matter how much they've sinned.
People would believe I love them
If the tears in My eyes, they could see;
The church is My voice, heart, and hands,
But why aren't they helping Me?
By Jennifer O'Connor