The Lord Says, You Are Pure

 Behind closed doors, the tears starts to fall...

For riddled in your body, are not sparkles in a ball.

Out in the cold, so often you are told...

You are not accepted and will never be called bold.

Your back carries burdens, as each day goes by...

And you think to yourself, perhaps you should die.

Little do you know, there is a price you must pay...

For the fruits of your calling, will come as you obey.

It hurts inside your heart, when you get not, what you thought.

For the sacrifice and love, with mercy it was bought.

In earnest you bow down and cry before the Lord...

That by faith you will find, a grip on His

navel's cord.

It will cost you all you're worth, in ashes and in depth.

To follow after righteousness and pray for those inept.

But great is your reward, for the pain you now endure..

When the Book Of Life is opened and the Lord says, you are pure.