Turned Away

By Michelle Holt

I have no shoes upon my feet

And this night I did not eat

And yet you turned your head to me

As if I wasn’t there to see

I have no where to lay me head

No place to live, no warm soft bed

Will I live through the night?

Deliver me God each night I cry

There must be somewhere I can go

A house of God to rest my soul

A place to wash and get confessed

But I can’t attend- I am not dressed

The doors are locked and I am turned away

For I have nothing to give today

No offering to my God above

Nothing to give except my love

My name is Lord and I visited you

A homeless soul I thought you knew

And yet you closed "MY" house to me

Locked me out as if diseased

In heaven I will shut the door

I will know you never more

Those who thought they knew me well

I will waive you straight to hell

Who are you to sing my name?

To heal the sick and heal the lame

I do not know you

I do not know you

I do not know you