He is the blue eyed, fair skinned boy,

Who drips of theology and speaks to your story

He is the pastor’s kid who sails on his height

With the calling of the ministry, and the vision of the right

He speaks of justice, equality, and hope

But his fighting is of cowardice and power and control

He will paint you beautiful and paint you till you glow

But when your beauty grows too much, he’ll hold your heart in tow

He will sing of eschaton and days of liberation

But he will steal your freedom dear, and blur your vision into fear

And when he rages, you will lose, you will lose, you will lose

Because he works in violence, and kills you with each word and bruise

And they will see, the ones who love

That you are gone and have no blood

And they will try to rescue you,

But he will make the cost too huge

He will String you with the hope he claims

And tangle you will guilt, and shame

And if you are so lucky dear, you will see a better day

You’ll realize this is your death, and you’ll find the strength to walk away

And when you get away you’ll see

The madness that it used to be

And you will find real love again

Inside the very fragile end

But to the ones who still have vows they think they should fulfill somehow

The ones who have no money left, their life held hostage in his theft

The ones without a family, to see the darkness, see the plea

The ones who have no language here, and have no way to end the fear

The ones who just got diamond rings, and have no hope for richer things

I pray you will not let him win, that somewhere hidden deep within

You’ll love yourself with courage strong

And save it till your freedom comes.

Amen.