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.
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