She stood outside a Church one Morn,
deciding if she should go in;
Would they judge her for the clothes she wore,
or see through her lifetime of sin?
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The people hurriedly passed her by,
without a glance or a smile;
So she lit another cigarette,
and decided to wait for awhile.
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They were all wearing fancy clothing,
she knew she could not compare;
With the ragged dress she was wearing,
nor the wilted rose in her hair.
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Another person passed by her,
should she enter or simply go home;
But her spirit was yearning for love,
a love she had never known.
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She decided to go in anyway,
no matter how ***** she felt;
Their lofty glances encompassed her,
as her tender heart started to melt.
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Where was the love she'd expected,
the love she thought she'd find there;
She sat alone in a Pew,
as the Congregation just stared.
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Then she saw a Cross o'er the Pulpit,
oh how her Spirit was touched;
For Jesus was hanging upon it,
then she knew His love was enough.
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She quickly rushed to the Altar,
not caring what everyone thought;
She slowly bowed her head to pray,
and she found the forgiveness she sought.
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The Pastor knelt down beside her,
he seemed to know what to say;
"My child, if you have repented,
all your sins have been washed away.
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She left that building soon after,
as a peace came over her Soul;
She didn't stay for the message,
for God gave her one of His own.
