Looking for Love
There was a boy who never knew
the love a father gives,
raised by his mom in anger for
the man who left his kids.
The moment came in growing up
when gates were open wide,
and the boy whose heart was wounded
walked to the other side.
His appetite for nurture
to be given by a man,
had been left an empty vacuum
as he roamed about the land.
No love at home and some abuse,
no men to guide him home.
At home, at church, where e'er he went
he was always all alone.
Accepted Christ when very young,
he looked for help from church,
but with all the rhetoric and scorn,
they left him in a lurch.
In secrecy he longed for love
his desires, he did not tell,
in fear church would reject him
saying "Young man, you'll go to hell."
He stroked himself in closets
hidden from the light,
but it never satisfied him
so he wandered into night.
So looking for any man
who would make him feel complete,
he gave himself to do such things
that some would never speak.
He always lived with hope
that love would someday heal,
but years of ridicule and hate
left him broken, feeling ill.
Dying for affection
which he longed for from a man,
he turned to help from others
hoping they would understand.
Instead they told him, "Sodom!, burn!"
for such things he has done.
"How could you hurt your family so?
You're such a sorry son."
Angered and in desperate pain
that results from all the hurts,
the lad now had disdainful thoughts
for policies of church.
Trust, lost observing "godly" men,
is remembered from the past.
"Can I trust Christians to love me?
No! There is none that will last."
So, he bound himself in common cause
with others such as he,
who had suffered long the anguish
of their public mockery.
The lack of love, by Christian men,
only gave them cause,
so in defiance they decided
"To hell with hateful laws."
In hope they'd find some peace and love
instead evolved a war.
In a nation birthed for tolerance
these men are now abhorred.
And a boy who never knew
the love and kindness of a father,
died a victim of disease alone,
with no one who would bother.
The answer to this problem lies
within the heart of those
truly filled with Christ's compassion
for the travelers on the road.
You can heal our wounded bodies
and restore our broken hearts,
if you'll only stop from judging us
for how we fell apart.
The little boy, love never knew
and yet became a man,
can feel the love of Christ in YOU,
if you'll but touch his hand.
Please help him to recover
from the lonely desperation,
for the love of God through you
can give freedom from isolation.
Loving arms and tender care
will lead him to the Father.
Salvation and the Christian walk
can be his if YOU will bother.