wmanion
06-28-2007, 03:03 AM
Hi all,
My name is Bill and after reading What the Bible does and does not say about homosexuality, I was so impressed that I looked into the website. I grew up Baptist, switched to Assembly of God, and left both and now I just stick to God. I have inlcuded a couple of poems that I have written about my struggle to resolve my sexuality with my spirituality. I hope it touches your heart as well...Oh and I write under the name of Mac McClure.
Dear God,
I have come to you today,
Because, well, you know, I am gay.
The world thinks that this is my choice,
So they refuse to hear my voice.
I have been told that you hate me,
Can this really be a possibility?
They say that I am damned to an eternal hell,
But if I act, as if I am not what I am, all will be well.
But God you know I have tried,
You know how many times I have cried.
You know that I have pleaded for a change,
That my life you would take and rearrange.
But no matter how hard I tried,
No matter how many tears I cried,
Everything inside of me has remained the same,
So I ask you now, who should I blame?
Do I blame the society who is unaware?
Do I blame the people who just do not care?
Do I blame those who sit by and shake their head?
Proclaiming that I would be better off dead.
We have become the lepers of today,
And everything that goes wrong is blamed on those who are gay.
However, I know that I am who I am today,
Because it was you, who made me this way.
I did not choose to purposely disobey,
I did not choose to turn away,
But I have chosen to be who I am,
Without shame and not living a sham.
I have chosen to embrace the gift of love,
For surely, this was the gift from above.
So God, now I ask you take me by the hand,
And help me make others understand.
Remove the blindfolds from their eyes,
Remove their shackles and disapproving cries,
Awaken in them the spirit of love so true,
And let them know that being gay…came from you.
Mac McClure August 28, 2005
Dear God.
If you are the potter and I am the clay,
Then why lord,
Would you make me this way?
My life to you I have surrendered,
Yet I ask,
Why am I so hindered?
When you walked the earth,
You touched those,
Who were blemished by birth.
All of the outcasts and unwanted,
You sought them,
While the religious taunted.
You gave them hope and light,
As others rejected,
Yet, you said this was right.
That we love one another,
Showing mercy,
For all, are sisters and brothers.
The blind, the lame, the diseased,
Not allowed,
To come to God as they pleased.
Society had its own ideology,
Right and wrong,
Of their own theology.
I am who I am, because I live.
And you Lord,
Created me to understand and give.
Love, peace, mercy, and kindness.
Even to those,
Distorting the concept of forgiveness.
If you are the potter and I the clay,
Then I know,
I was made to be this way,
To rejoice in my very life and being,
To have faith without seeing.
Mac McClure June 27, 2007
My name is Bill and after reading What the Bible does and does not say about homosexuality, I was so impressed that I looked into the website. I grew up Baptist, switched to Assembly of God, and left both and now I just stick to God. I have inlcuded a couple of poems that I have written about my struggle to resolve my sexuality with my spirituality. I hope it touches your heart as well...Oh and I write under the name of Mac McClure.
Dear God,
I have come to you today,
Because, well, you know, I am gay.
The world thinks that this is my choice,
So they refuse to hear my voice.
I have been told that you hate me,
Can this really be a possibility?
They say that I am damned to an eternal hell,
But if I act, as if I am not what I am, all will be well.
But God you know I have tried,
You know how many times I have cried.
You know that I have pleaded for a change,
That my life you would take and rearrange.
But no matter how hard I tried,
No matter how many tears I cried,
Everything inside of me has remained the same,
So I ask you now, who should I blame?
Do I blame the society who is unaware?
Do I blame the people who just do not care?
Do I blame those who sit by and shake their head?
Proclaiming that I would be better off dead.
We have become the lepers of today,
And everything that goes wrong is blamed on those who are gay.
However, I know that I am who I am today,
Because it was you, who made me this way.
I did not choose to purposely disobey,
I did not choose to turn away,
But I have chosen to be who I am,
Without shame and not living a sham.
I have chosen to embrace the gift of love,
For surely, this was the gift from above.
So God, now I ask you take me by the hand,
And help me make others understand.
Remove the blindfolds from their eyes,
Remove their shackles and disapproving cries,
Awaken in them the spirit of love so true,
And let them know that being gay…came from you.
Mac McClure August 28, 2005
Dear God.
If you are the potter and I am the clay,
Then why lord,
Would you make me this way?
My life to you I have surrendered,
Yet I ask,
Why am I so hindered?
When you walked the earth,
You touched those,
Who were blemished by birth.
All of the outcasts and unwanted,
You sought them,
While the religious taunted.
You gave them hope and light,
As others rejected,
Yet, you said this was right.
That we love one another,
Showing mercy,
For all, are sisters and brothers.
The blind, the lame, the diseased,
Not allowed,
To come to God as they pleased.
Society had its own ideology,
Right and wrong,
Of their own theology.
I am who I am, because I live.
And you Lord,
Created me to understand and give.
Love, peace, mercy, and kindness.
Even to those,
Distorting the concept of forgiveness.
If you are the potter and I the clay,
Then I know,
I was made to be this way,
To rejoice in my very life and being,
To have faith without seeing.
Mac McClure June 27, 2007