The Church

You are my church I am on my knees for you Bowing my head I pray I pray I pray for your peace I throw coins at your pleas for reconstruction Your congregation look at me with sympathetic eyes I make sacrifice after sacrifice Because I have faith I am your church You beg for forgiveness Knowing my doors are always open You find comfort and shelter And repent your sins The familiar scent of incense and woodwork that has withstood centuries of turmoil make you feel immortal But one more tear of wax from the candle May finally set this shrine ablaze