I watched in wonder, as she came through the door.
Her skirted looks around the room, and then down to the floor.
She had never been there, and now wondered why she came.
What sort of welcome would she have, did they know about her shame.
Was there really any truth in what they said about a loving God?
Would the wounds that she kept buried in her heart show through?
Could she sit beside the staring people, would it be too hard to do?
Would she have to tell her name, if so then maybe someone knew?
The preacher stepped up to the podium to say a simple prayer.
She watched as people bowed there heads and simply held them there.
He said a quite amen, and they began to move toward her.
With out stretched hands they seemed to say, in hear we really care.
The music started playing, as they moved back to their place.
The song they sung was something about, “Gods amazing grace.”
I felt the warmth with-in that place as voices rose on high.
I wanted so much to belong, to forget that I ever had to lie.
The preacher said turn in your hymn books to page one hundred three
I listened as the voices rose again to “Oh Lamb of God I come to thee.”
I could hardly hear the word, as each verse spoke to me.
But then and there I asked forgiveness, Oh Lamb of God I come to thee.
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