I've seen seven pastors
And my fair share of weddings
Funerals too
Packed houses on Christmas Eve
The hardened, creaky pews overflowing
On Easter too
There were strangers
Among the lions of the congregation
New members too
Laughter echoed through the halls
Mingled with sobs
And whispers too
Somewhere the Message has been lost
Muddled with humanity
And lies too
The pews are glad to have a rest this morning
But the halls mourn the thinning of the crowd
Me too
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Poem for an empty church
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this is really good buddy. i've started back up with peace like a river and am half way through it now over the last couple days...amazing book. that guy is an amazing writer.
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