Religious Scorn

You can't stop the wind from blowing.
You can't stop the clouds from rolling.
Please don't tell me I don't believe
because I don't see what you see.
You remind me of the day he was born
and tear me down with your religious scorn.
You demand a church and a pew
then command that I pray there too.
Your judgement contradicts his rule
and you think that I am the fool.
A conscious thinker is what I am.
I see the birds, the trees, the land.
I feel the sun that warms me
and the wind that cools me.
That reminds me of who I am.
I see the beauty, the love, the light.
Will you thank him for that 
when you pray tonight? 
Do I need to kneel near a pew
to tell him that I love him too?
If you are in a church and I am outside,
a reason why he'd cast me aside?
If he is around us everywhere,
why would you think he'd not be here?
Instead of harsh words that tear us apart,
look at the kindness in my heart.
Isn't that what he'd want to see?
Yet you seem to have hatred for me.
You disapprove of the way that I pray,
my laughter, my joy, the things that I say.
For that I am sorry, but only for you.
When I pray tonight I will pray for you too.