In a world where men justify raping women “based on her actions”,
It’s hard for me to relate to your porn addiction.
In a world where your lust can be the defining feature of my character,
It’s hard to have sympathy.
In a world where women are burned in acid attacks,
And where children are raped freely,
Where terrorists are enshrined in patriotism,
And we beg God to come quickly,
When I see so many beautiful single women in churches,
And so many broken marriages because of cheating,
When there are so many single moms just trying to make ends meet,
And little boys focus on getting laid,
And many girls unilaterally suffer the consequences,
I feel angry.
Even at work, there are always those guys who expect you to counsel them through the temper tantrums,
And want a shoulder to cry on,
Without doing any work.
I don’t want to hear your poisonous locker-room banter about how “she deserved it”,
I don’t want to wonder how you turned so vile.
There are good men, but they aren’t common.
I wonder how so many beggars can be choosers,
With leaders like this.
I want to care about how this sin affects you,
But it’s hard to see so many leaders absolutely apathetic to how this sin affects me.
And if you once more have access to the goodness of God,
And the perfection of Christ,
I wonder why there aren’t any strong men of God stepping forward,
Prompted by God to move.