pitter patter, pitter patter
rain meets stained glass
i sit in the pew silently
the pain inside threatens to spill over
i have sat in the pew for years
never once encountered the love that is preached
i hear of the lost and the broken you long to help
i hear of the Savior you serve
i have never seen Him displayed
i have only seen your pointing finger
i have only felt your condemnation
you "who are ready to rescue others"
one of your own is cut and bleeding
you "who are ready to love the unlovely"
you hate your own black sheep
pitter patter, pitter patter
rain meets my tear stained face
if Jesus is real, why don't you care?

in honor of the ones we neglect