They did hurt my very existence
They are called the followers of Christ,
Yes, they are Christians of earth
Who engaged me with sorrows unworthy.
They never felt my pain
They never turned to help,
They are called followers of Christ
Which part of earth is worth for life?
Believers of Christ are harsh and rude
They are far from offering a helpful hand,
The tears that are shinning in my eyes
Is not the result of some enemy or threat.
These tears have been dropped in my heart
By those who are called Christians,
It is a pain to trust even those who preach
Even those who call themselves missionaries.
Which part of earth has morals secure
Who is really bestowing love?
There is pain in heart and thoughts of mine
I have seen misfit in places for prayers.
I have seen vulgar and disgust
Dirtiness of monetary returns,
The preachers looking out for wrong
The pilgrimages in complete disgust.
Tears rolled my eyes with pain
I was hurt for being hurt by some,
And the more pain was caused to me
When I see them as regular worshippers.
Why did they do this to me?
I never moved a leaf to hurt,
I always prayed for their happiness
Why were they so hard with my heart?
And then I saw one more person
Going through similar pain,
He too was hurt again and again
By those who regularly pray.
Prayer warriors are not free from sin
This my heart understands,
Prayer warriors have inclination towards sin
Knowledge of this has hurt my stand.
I am upset with the reality of spiritual believers
With the truth about followers of Christ,
The reality that Christians are preferring sin
Above an attempt for sinless life.
Judas was not alone my Lord
Who became a cause of your earthly death,
Today earth has several Judas
Several believer’s life is hell.
Even today several true believers
Are put to shame and rebuke,
And the condemnation and prosecution
Is served by those who worship you.
They believe in your forgiveness kind
But not in your commandment’s shine,
It is painful to a human heart
When a church makes desires starve.
I wish if there was a way to reveal
In completeness my feelings ,
How much I am hurt from within
Broken by a wrong pastor and a missionary.
I stand in total misfit,
This be not the truth O! Lord
Change the past and erase memories
Those to my heart belong.
Touch me with your grace Lord,
I don’t want to know the reality of thoughts,
Delete these experiences from my life
Tell me what I realized was false.
God it is painful to see Judas
End this life or repair past thoughts,
Why was I hurt by believers?
They who worship you in cross.
Why do they live to hurt?
Why do they sin?
And live with no obedience
Is this the place called earth?
Someone tell me am I in hell?
Look in my eyes good God
What wrong did I do to them?
The believers of Christ ,
The followers of light,
Have spread darkness in my life,
I am hurt by prayer warriors.
I am deceived by your chosen men,
This is the reality of earth
This is the truth unsaid but felt,
Hope the end of earth be near
This place has no morals, no fear.
Christ’s return by sooner
And there be light in this darkness,
This is the only believe by which I live
The broken hearts need you from within.
For now the hearts are not broken by Jews
They are not hurt by work of Gentiles,
But the very chosen men called Christians
Disobey the commandments and hurt our life.
No one holds absolute faith in preachers
Each one realizes the wrong in approach,
We are declining in morals each hour
Each second a rebuke enfolds.
Hearts are broken by several Judas,
Who dwell in the church of Christ.
I wish there was an end of today
And there was little more shine.
Please come back Christ
For we can no more trust your chosen men
Now only you can hold our delicate trust
This is a prayer from the hearts of your children.