Empty pews and empty faces
Fastened blankly on the floor.
Do they sit and seek a savior,
Or are they edging toward the door?
Hands held clasped closely together,
For the penitent portrayal
But the 'twined fingers are twisted
A benediction of betrayal.
Do not stand and sign surrender,
And sing false songs of sanctity,
When your heartbeat holds no honor
And mocks your Maker's divinity.
Don't you know the Devil's purpose
In the distractions that demand
Every ounce of your attention
And the dereliction of your hands?
Can't you hear now, heaven's heartbeat?
Don't you feel the Father's call?
Or is numbness all you know now
Leaning limply toward your fall?
These well-stocked pews and worn out spaces...
Is the spirit willing, but flesh too weak?
Remember the gift of your Redemption
Seize the moment, dare to speak.
Friends, this world has wounds of trouble;
As Tribulation's time draws near.
The loveless languish out there, lonely,
Fraught with agony and fear.
Now, if you find your pew is empty
And your face turned toward the door,
Quickly claim your Lord's compassion
And remember when you, too, were once quite poor.
So now kneel, my friends, in wonder
Though your shameful past is plain,
Empty faces, seek a Savior!
Fill your hearts with love again.