A church set up shop in my hood,
Thought it was just another one, wouldn’t change a thing, understood?
Time went by, and the church kept growing,
Folks from my area were showing and going.
Every now and then, they’d invite me to come,
But I always found a way to run,
Said I didn’t have time to pray,
Had better things to do in my way.
The little church kept growing more and more,
And I thought: “Whatever, I don’t care, it’s a bore!
My life ain’t gonna change because of it, I swore,
There’s nothing I need to worry about, for sure.”
My buddies started attending,
And whenever they could, they’d come, inviting me.
As always, I kept dodging and weaving,
Following my own path, not believing.
Over time, people stopped killing, it’s true,
There was hardly anyone left dealing, too.
I couldn’t understand why things had changed,
All I know is calmer, that favela became.
That’s when I started thinking,
“What’s different now, what’s making it shifting?”
Finally, I understood what had happened,
It was all because of that church of God; it was blessed.
After all, the evangelical favela was growing fast,
Many people’s lives were improving, at last.
For the first time, I admitted I was wrong,
And that God was responsible for the outcome.
One day, I decided to accept a friend’s invite,
Went to church to get to know Jesus Christ.
That day, I liked everything I heard,
That path I promised I would follow, every word.
Following Jesus, my life changed,
I surrendered my path to the Lord.
What I hated, I started to like and embrace,
Those I didn’t know; Now, I love and are my way.
I was lost and Jesus came to save me by his grace,
By His side forever, I will stay in peace.
This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume VII.
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