Kaira Sargent

At the grumblings of the crowd,

No children we’ve aloud.

The sick have chosen to show up,

None of them will fill our cup,

We could take them under wing,

But prefer they don’t dance only sing,

If they could only adhere to our law,

We could see past all their flaw,

I do my best to pray for their salvation,

While I slam the door with justification.

A perfect system we’ve attained,

But by it what was gained?

Iron hearts and stern affection,

We lost our love and bear rejection.

They can follow my example,

The time they’ve had to learn is ample.

To be seen and not be heard,

I expect they’ve hardly heard a word.

I know they come of their own accord,

But this temple I’ve adored.

Here they’ve kept me from the point,

Is it the future we anoint?

It’s not all but just a few,

Tell me what would Jesus do?

We’ve got no room for them today.

The lost sheep thought he’d found the way.

–by Kaira Sargent