I was told, this was a hospital,
Where I could find medicine for my pain.
And a shelter from the storms of life-
Where I could come in and get out of the rain.
Instead I was met with bitter words
That caused my heart to bleed.
Wounded in the house of God-
Now where can I turn for relief?
Written by Mary Duhart
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