The Church

People don't believe I love them.
They feel shame from their sin;
The church is a cause of this -
They judge those coming in.

How can I draw people in
If the church looks at them, and scorn?
They should express My love -
To help them be reborn.

The church asks, "Why love someone
Living in so much sin?"
No one ever born, that if I could,
I'd die for them again.

Every soul is valuable. 
I don't love more than the other;
Isn't a child still loved,
When they disobey their mother?

Satan lies to My children.
That's why they feel condemned;
The church must show them love,
No matter how much they've sinned.

People would believe I love them
If My tears they could see;
The church is My body,
But why won't they love like Me?