Back At Church
MIt's been a month of Sundays
Since I have set face
Anywhere near this band of angels
In this most Holy Sacred Place
Guilt may overwhelm me
Shame may do me in
This day set forth may break me
Great sinner that I am
No one is less deserving
For I am the least of these
As I am covered in God's glory
Awashed with an inner peace
The days that I've been vacant
Are all a part in the grand scheme of things
Bringing me to my knees in my need of saving
And back to the Eternal King
As my brothers and sisters in Christ surround me
Pouring out love, not ones to judge
Tears of joy like flowing fountains
As another Prodigal son returns
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