O.U.M.C.

I walk through the doors, frozen with fear. What am I stupid? Why am I here? A doctor. A lawyer. A carpenter, too. Oh, I don't fit in. I feel like a fool! They taught me that I am no different from them. They walk the same roads. Sing the same hymns. I am lonely no longer, when my husbands away. My bonds have grown stronger, at the church where I pray. Come in and you'll see. God loves us each one. Hope can be found in the arms of his Son.