Choosing To Believe

I choose to believe

It's not like they say.

That we can all enter -

That we're all the same.

There is right and wrong

But not right and wrong people

What place does that have

In a church, 'neath a steeple?

The point is not judging

But acceptance, you see.

Not to see only flaws -

Not to love by degrees.

So, when our days are over

And our work is through

Don't listen to them...

You can come in, too.