The Church
I walked into the church,
And what did I see?
Hundreds of eyes,
Just looking at me.
What were they thinking,
What was on their mind?
Was it my new face,
Or judgement of some kind?
The further I went,
The more they did stare.
Would I be accepted,
Or wouldn't they care?
As the service went on,
Things began to change.
To some I was a target,
At the local shooting range!
But from many there,
I would get a smile.
The people next to me,
Just looked at me awhile.
As the service ended,
I stayed in the pew.
Hoping that maybe,
I would be greeted by a few.
But as I looked around,
I noticed they were gone.
Everyone was in a hurry,
No one stayed very long.
For more than a month,
I returned week after week.
Only to find out that,
To me they wouldn't speak!
I went to find Jesus,
And to grow in the Word.
But it was only silence,
Thats all that I heard!
Where was the love,
Didn't they really know?
It's the Lord Jesus,
Our reflection should show?
Needless to say,
Soon I didn't go back.
Loneliness in their church,
They did not lack!
We must open our hearts,
Greet them with a smile.
Extend forgiveness and love,
Now that's Jesus' style!
Reference; Revelation 3: 1-9 (NLT)
Copyright © Neal Carl | Year Posted 2012
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