As you reimagine Sunday service,
Where do you picture yourself, what are you doing there?
Do you sit there in the morning service,
Listening to the pastor getting to his main point?
Now, are you paying close attention,
Or are you trying to re-imagine your date last night?
Listening, are you noting every word,
Digently wring in the notebook you always keep?
Or are you just three seats away from them,
Too busy to pay attention, playing on your phone?
Are you the person, right there in the back,
Trying not to let the tears fall, fighting depression?
May be, just maybe, you are that person,
Who left, just as they walked in, saying, “what will they think?”
So, I ask of you, don’t leave out that door,
Not receiving that peace, that only Jesus can give.
I know how you feel, with a longing heart,
For peace in the night, in places that don’t satisfy.
Don’t say what your going through,
Believe me, I’ve been where you’ve been- longing for more.
I’ve seen things when I should not have looked,
Should have, could have, would have left the doors locked closed and sealed.
I should have left those chain doors alone,
Though it’s funny in a way, those chains were holding me.
Jesus is knocking, but He won’t knock for long,
Please come back to Church, giving your heart to Him, my friend.
I know it’s hard, but please come back Brother,
Sister, Jesus died on that cross for you that day, no by
He died for you, for me, for everyone,
Bearing every sin and sweating blood from all of the stress.
Please take His hand, as I once did too,
And see how he can change your heart filling it with peace.
Whatch, He can take your crippling foundation,
And build it on a mountain instead, and feel loved.
