Second Class Christian

I sit alone in church, by myself I pray,
you'll treat me with respect, yes, this is the day.
Was it something I said, is it the way that I look?
or do you not like the way I read God's holy book?

Second class Christian, though He is my Savior,
I don't think like you, I am the wrong flavor.
Maybe I smoke, I'm overweight,
I like to dance, I can't get a date.

By God's dear grace I am well fed,
I have a roof that's over my head.
Jesus is my Savior, by this I hold fast,
but as a Christian, I'm an outcast.

Second class Christian, though He is my Savior,
I don't think like you, I am the wrong flavor.
Maybe I drink, I'm way too thin,
I like to flirt, I must be living in sin.

The almight King sits, watching us from His throne,
I love Him dearly, Him and Him alone.
for what He has done for me, what else can I do?
but what of this love, it's not enough for you.

Second class Christian, though He is my Savior,
I don't think like you, I am the wrong flavor.
Maybe I swear, I am not tall enough,
I'm mentally ill, life certainly can be rough.

I am beaten, naked and bleeding, left with no pride,
you pretend not to see me, as you pass on the side.
I sit alone in church, by myself I pray,
you'll treat me with respect, Dear Lord, let this be the day.

onionboy

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Although this poem/song reflects certain recent events in my life, no one should be taking it too personally. It's been at least ten years in the writing.