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Created on: July 23, 2008
What happened to the Church that was a place of sanctuary?
Where did the love of Christ go?
I'm fed up with going to church to find more people there going against his word than I see on the streets.
Why do their actions show this as their words say they are the body of Christ?
I'm fed up with feeling left out in the place that is meant to make you feel left in.
Feeling unloved in the one place where loving others is said to be the main priority.
What made these people turn away from God,
yet try to tell you they haven't?
Where is the love they say they have?
Why don't they show it?
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