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