In the hallowed halls of faith, where whispers echo loud, A minister stands, a progressive, shining proud. But the heartache wells within, a fire burning deep, For the unacceptance, by those who should surely keep.

Conservative Christians, their doctrines tightly held, Rejecting the rainbow, where love would once have dwelled. They cast their judgment, their scripture as their shield, But fail to see the pain they wield.

Oh, Minister of the marginalized, the voice of the unheard, Your ministry, a beacon, where love is not deferred. You speak of justice, equality, a world that’s free, But met with closed hearts, bound by bigotry.

In the pews, they sit, eyes clouded by their fear, Unable to comprehend a love so pure and clear. They turn their backs on you, on grace and understanding, Ignoring the divine message they claim to be demanding.

But do not despair, for your truth remains, In every word you speak, despite their chains. Your ministry, a revolution, a call to break free, From the shackles of prejudice, to let love be.

For you are the bridge, between faith and progress, A testament to resilience, to what’s possible, no less. Your voice, a symphony of courage and pride, Echoes of hope, that cannot be denied.

So let your words soar, like golden verse, Illuminate the darkness, lift every heavy curse. For the heartache of unacceptance, will not define, The beauty of your spirit, so bold and so divine.

And as you stand before them, with love as your guide, May their eyes open wide, their hearts no longer hide. For in your ministry, they shall witness grace unfold, A transformative power, more precious than gold.

So shine on, brave minister, your truth is your might, In the face of unacceptance, you remain a guiding light. For love will conquer hate, and acceptance will prevail, In the realm of faith, where justice shall set sail.