The Desert Church

The Desert Church The church down in the canyon Always in the shadows It is a place that even God has forgotten Sand fills the aisle where brides used to walk Rocks cover the alter where prayers were offered Bats hang in the decaying rafters The sacramental wine has long since turned to dust And the holy water was drank by thirsty animals So many people prayed and hoped in the pews Just as many sins were forgiven The desert winds reclaimed a place built by God The prayers are lost in the blowing dust Yet the bell rings throughout the day Swung by the wings of an angel Telling no one that the church is there Letting no one know that God is still alive And He is waiting for someone to notice For someone to come to this church For someone to pray He is waiting for anyone