Has anyone else gone through this, and also, do you like my poem?
No friends, you are friendless
The people at church leave me alone,
I feel like I've been hit by a stone.
They talk behind my back, I know,
that was not so long ago.
It's Christmas Eve, and we're at the service,
What is even the purpose?
They see me and walk away.
I feel that they have bitterness on this day.
I have a resolution to make:
I will talk, even when I quake.
I will stay when they push me away.
I will stand when they let me down.
I will make friends by and by.
I have discovered that this truth is real:
No friends and, you're friendless.
I made a deal.
I talk. They listen. Then we turn it around.
They talk. I listen. Things are going to abound.
My heart may have dropped to the floor,
but I have faith that in it all,
my Lord, my Jesus, shall never fall