Thursday, October 18, 2012

This is about us
Our heads buried in palms and pslams
While we dance and sing praises
Predators pray and prey on our children
Behind pews
In pastor’s office
Choir stands
On the usher’s row

This is a call for members and visitors
To call the foul before the game is over
A call for survivors to remember the safe space we craved
There has to be some place

Somebody knows
Somebody sees
Our babies are waiting for somebody to say

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