Ujamaa Christian Poetry

Wounded in the House


I stepped into the church one day
Wounded as I could be.
Battered by the storms of life
And looking for some relief.


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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Ujamaa Christian Poetry