Church

Every morning sitting off just to the side More or less towards the beginning of my ride There sat a little stone church and it's stoic rigid Cross But as to my own invitation I would always just toss With each new day I would just drive right on past As to my own day it was already moving too fast For already in my head so many thoughts were racing Because it was yet just another day for which I was bracing And as Monday went and Tuesday quickly came I decided that this day would not be the same I made a quick turn and pulled into that lot Didn't you ever yearn for something you ain't got Pulling at that wooden door they seemed to be closed But oh what was in store by the simple remark posed For standing there with a key in a calm quite voice Father said to me, "it seems that you have made a choice" I was about to speak and somewhat explain my side When with a loud squeak Father opened that door wide Gesturing with his hand allowing me to enter first If you can understand I felt like I was going to burst And in entering the pew and kneeling down on my knees I simply cried out anew and told God all my pleas In rising back to my feet and heading out the door I was soon back on the street but my spirit started to soar Yes that day was so different with such a feeling inside That I soon again went just putting everything else aside And looking back on all those days it so quickly comes to thought That just to give Him praise is all I ever really sought And as I am created like you and you are created like me Then if this you shall also do then you too shall be free So the next time you see such a place just off to the side Maybe it was meant to be that you finally went back inside