We say that we believe
Yet struggle in our doubt
We declare that we are free
Yet live as though we’re bound
We say that You are good
Yet blame You in our pain
We claim to be victorious
While stumbling in defeat
We say Your joy is our strength
Yet battle with depression
We call ourselves Your followers
While adhering to the whims of culture
We say that You’re the Comforter
Yet find ourselves beyond consolation
We consider ourselves Your army
Despite our inability to deploy the weapons You gave us
We say that we love You
Though our passions are invested in temporal things
We claim that You are with us
Yet struggle with feelings of abandonment
We say that You are truth
Yet also believe that truth is relative
We call ourselves Your Bride
Yet prostitute our souls in the marketplace
You said that people would know us by our love for each other
And by the fruit of our lives
And sadly
That is exactly how they know us
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