This Body

You are not like me,

Pastor

You talk about Christ to me,

Pastor

About this body

Of Christ

This body

Of believers

This body

That rejects

My body.

You told me,

Pastor

That God became

A body

For me

A body

You told me,

Pastor

That I am a part of

This body

And that means something.

But where is my place

In this body

In this body

If there is no room

For the gifts of my body,

Pastor?

This body

This body

Is broken.

You tell me the gospel

Then demand my silence

And tell me keep quiet

You offer me

Bread and wine

But only if I do not share it

Where is my place

If I cannot speak

If I cannot share

In this body

In this body?

The comfort of lying to myself

Wore off when

You told me I could trust

When you assured me I would find truth in

These verses which

Smothered

Condemned

And killed me.

Spirit, breathe

Into this body

Into this body

Life

Resurrect me

And I will no longer fear being wrong

Because I am looking for Jesus

Whose body was rejected

Condemned

And killed.

And resurrected.

Christ is not where you told me he was, pastor

Christ is not in this tomb

Christ is calling me,

Pastor

Christ

Is calling me pastor.

And this is my body.