The Church I Grew Up In

The church is very unforgiving.

At least the church I grew up in.

The church I left.

The church that was like a courtroom,

Where people were friendly, as long as you played by their rules.

The church loves conditionally.

As long as you do what they say, you are good to go.

Questions are not welcomed, unless they fit their agenda.

The church I specifically grew up in 

Valued appearances over character.

The church preaches love,

Yet practices hate.

They are so blinded by their love of theology,

That they miss the God they claim to serve.

The One who is more loving than any man.