I walked into your church.
Instantly you looked and judged me.
I turn and departed your church.
Still, you judge me.

Like those on the last roll that get up and leave.

Here I was seeking salvation for my lost soul.
But left totally lost back into despair.

Was it my clothes?
Was it myself?
Was it something in you that God hadn't left upon your heart?
If it was then you most in need of the Lord.

I went to another church and was accepted.
They saw in me what you didn't?
A person searching for a house to say thank you, lord.
And not once was I judged.

Not once was I looked down upon.
Not once was stares of evil placed my way.