something i'd like to tell the modern church, because i'm obviously angry at it

I send you my tired, my weak
I send them teeming to your doors.
I send the sick, the mad, the livid,
I send despair.

If a muddy child should take your hand today
Do not shake them off or back away.
Do not reject them, I insist. I insist!
You must not, for you are a misfit too.