Church Heathen Poem by Shiko Jacob

Though the temple lies in me,
I walk toward the building
Searching for the lost.
The fire that was you in me
The innocence that was your grace
The glory that was me in your image
The thrill that was your presence
Love is patient,
I waited on nothing.
You left me
Because i left long ago
An abyss of tribulations
The price of iniquity too hefty
His mercy abundant
Punishment lenient
I should have stayed
Spilt water
I exist amidst the living
Seated behind the back
With a yoke of guilt
I await remission