Backstory: I continually lament about the lack of Christian witness in the arts. The fact is that God has gifted me as a writer. I’m not perfect. I’m not even excellent, but I know I can write. I’ve always loved spoken-word poetry and have decided to start writing some. This is my first. I plan on finding some poetry jams around the area and sharing my poems which will give a voice for Jesus in, hopefully, creative but Christ-centered ways that will open the door to friendships. This is Metanoia.

Metanoia: A Spoken-Word Poem
by andy merrick

Ashamed? You should be.
Burn in hell. How long? Eternity.
Y don’t go with Y. Why?
Because God made X for Y.
That’s right faggot man
I wish you had a separate land
Perverted, inverted, gay is your song
You think God loves homos? Wrong.
You can look it up
Genesis, Leviticus, First Corinthians
Homosexual offenders ain’t entering
The kingdom of God is for holy men
Not queers like you or your fairy friends
You’re a fruit, snapper, pansy, queen
Have fun with Satan and his demons see
God hates you and wants you dead
I’d shoot you now in the groin or head
I’d break your face and spit on you
I’d do what the Nazis did to the Jews
Eliminate, exterminate, annihilate, I can’t wait
It’s comin around the bend
Oh wait, did I say “bend”
Now I need to amend and don’t pretend
Like you didn’t think what I meant
Was “bend over,”
Now I bet you’re pitching a tent.
I hate the lispy way you talk
Your outstretched hand, your faggot walk
I hate your clothes, your friends, your bars
Your faggot house and your faggot car
You prancing, dancing, man-romancin
Engaged in sin worse than Charles Manson
I hope the next time Gay Pride Day comes
Someone with guns will stun you Huns
Mow you down like grass in a field
The fruit of bullets would harvest yield
As many dead as possible
And dozens more to hospitals
You plague and virus, stain and stench
I can’t wait for God’s revenge
Sulphur, fire, burning flames
Reserved for you, fag what’s-your-name
And I’ll smile for miles all the while
Knowing I’m God’s chosen child
It’s coming soon around the bend
Hell’s your final destination

(Pause)

How do I say sorry for another man’s sins?
And take away from the damage he did?
I can’t I guess and I confess
Too many Christians curse, not bless
See I love Jesus and follow Him
His body was bruised for all our sins
That verse in 1 Corinthians
That talks about homosexual sin?
It does say that engaging in those acts is wrong
And I know that your opinion is probably strong
But what I’m here to say today
Is there’s no place for hate in the Jesus Way.
You wanna know something kind of ironic and rye?
There’s a verse in the bible in Galatians 5
Paul, the author, starts a chart
And maps out issues of the heart
Sexual immorality, envy and debauchery,
Idolatry and jealousy, orgies and impurity
But then comes one in particular
Where Christians have problems macular
Hatred is a damning trait that keeps one from inheriting
The kingdom of God and I’m telling it straight
Haters turned back at the Pearly Gates.
Hatred’s a sin and Satan wins
When men strike men across the chin
With verbal spin and visual pins
Consumin and using some spiritual illumens
To justify the bruising and humanity abusing
Bible verses oozing, soul quickly losing
Sound bite words and lots of prideful musing
Their hearse departed cruising
A fate of their own choosing
For gays they are perusing
But to God, hatred’s not amusing. 

(Pause)

I didn’t come to give a speech
Or preach or teach, just to reach
Out my palm like Christ on the Tree
And ask for forgiveness for us hating thee

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