I was feeling both beaten down and empowered, so I started writing on my whiteboard something that someone recently told me: I am the church, I am the priesthood of all believers. And I kept going, kept writing, and suddenly the words just kept coming out. So here it is, my poem: I am the church I have the priesthood of all believers God created me God called me God loves me I matter My life matters I have a voice, and my voice matters Watch me flip your tables Nail issues to your door Yes, I noticed I see your hierarchy Made by man, not god I see your oppression I see you grip the reins tighter No, I won’t be complicit Tear down the walls Through god I have strength I’m here at the shouting grounds Where’s my megaphone You say I’m too loud? I’ll drown out the hate The taunts and the whispers Hear me roar God is love Radical love Disruptive love Make room
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