| Joseph, Joseph. Joseph brought me here. |
| My emotions fly to the tree heights, |
| As feet scuffle through dead/live leaves. |
| I am in thy Holy Sanctuary. |
| Where I fear God but I am not afraid. |
| Neither jeers of the world nor misguided members |
| Can touch me, for I am touched of the spirit. |
| I am home, where I am loved unconditionally. |
| I have many sons, all are beloved, |
| Father many children not of my blood. |
| In the peace of thy Sacred Grove I hear, |
| The Thank You, the Thank You. |
| No one can comprehend but ONE the pain, |
| Of the withdrawal of the Father's |
| Outstretched arms, Arms that members could, |
| Have extended as God can not reveal himself. |
| Someone has taught them reluctance. |
| Someone has failed them to be inclusive. |
| For that failure, these valiant acts, |
| We thy children no matter our state, |
| Have been wasted, utterly discarded, |
| Foolishly misunderstood, falsely accused. |
| Not on this earth will I ever understand, |
| Such treatment, even by the Lord's anointed. |
| Forgiveness crosses my lips like, |
| Silverware touching a filling. |
| Quiet peace, peace thy grove comforts. |
| The wind rustles, the leaves scurry, |
| My bloody knuckles are arthritic. |
| I must serve another God for lack of love. |
| I am re-excommunicated, re-evaluated. |
| Sick of the apathy, the self righteousness, |
| That has unwelcomed me, A Gay Man, |
| To a church of people but not in the |
| Grove of the Sacred. |