What she promised to me…
Identity she promised to house me… but there wasn’t space beneath the steeple for her people.
Identity she promised to forgive me… but there wasn’t grace within her heart to hear my secret story.
Identity she promised to confess me… but she didn’t have time to listen when things depress me.
Identity she promised to carry my cause… but she couldn’t find money to invest in answering this worlds needs without pause.
Identity she promised to hear me… but she didn’t have room within her doctrine for the inconvenient questions I was asking.