rejected mission

Lately I've found myself in an extreme style of christian music. Many times when this discussion is brought up the music is met with condemnation. The majority of the bands in this music style do what they do to be missionaries where no missionaries can be found. I use a lot of personal pronouns in the poem, but the poem, though some can relate to my own experience, is more for and about all of those playing in these bands that face persecution from their own brothers and sisters in Christ, simply due to their music.

look into my eyes
call the judgment that you feel
a dark and dying soul
a life born for hell
tie my hands
shove my head down to pray
"repent of your sins
or die in the wake"
but you never saw my eyes
never took time to see
rather than find the piercing veil
you saw the surface and screamed
my mission will not end
my purpose will stand
despite your condemnation
my soul forever stands
our God is in my eyes
his words inscribed in me
to reach the ones whose hurting
beckons unto me
you call it all a sin
you just can't understand
you fear what you don't know
and you call it just a sin
blind my eyes
keep blind the blinded
destroy a soul
send their souls all down
condemn a mission
condemn the ears to death
you've lost sight of the goal
but here my purpose stands

I'll stand next to you... Proudly

Psalm 91 brother

you can do nothing for the ones who don't want to change their minds,
Just rock your heart out for the ones who do..