I feel God touch my cheek
while the congregation sings-
and for a moment, everyone is in key.
I hear my mother crying in the bathroom
and my sister singing beneath the porch light,
I hear my father's voice cracking as he tells me about his father
and my brother bidding me goodnight
with every chorus of Hallelujah.
I have been broken, I have lain defeated on these hallowed steps.
My eyes burned in the light of our savior and I fell with little grace.
I had lost all faith;
I had given up everything.
Now I stand as myself behind Him
while the congregation sings,
and from now on, love is not a sin.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
I feel God touch my cheek
while the congregation sings-
and for a moment, everyone is in key.
I hear my mother crying in the bathroom
and my sister singing beneath the porch light,
I hear my father's voice cracking as he tells me about his father
and my brother bidding me goodnight
with every chorus of Hallelujah.
I have been broken, I have lain defeated on these hallowed steps.
My eyes burned in the light of our savior and I fell with little grace.
I had lost all faith;
I had given up everything.
Now I stand as myself behind Him
while the congregation sings,
and from now on, love is not a sin.
This is unusual for me to post, but religion broke me and then saved me.
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