TwoChurches

Two Churches

I saw a lovely church one day,
I paused just to admire.
The architect who designed it,
Most churches could not hire.

Beautiful stained glass windows,
It was something to behold.
Spell-bound I ventured to enter,
To gather food for my soul.

The carpet was so soft, like new fallen snow.
The pews, the finest in the land
But I saw no sign of welcome,
No friendly out-stretched hand.

A fine robed man was in the pulpit,
But no Bible could I see.
He held a prayer book in his hand,
He said, "now let us pray.

He read a prayer from the book,
I suppose it sounded good.
The many voice choir sang sweetly,
But not about the cleansing blood.

Then a short sermon was read,
On how folks should be living.
No word of God's salvation plan,
No invitation was given.

I left that church still hungry,
But I did not wonder why.
The beauty within those lovely walls,
Was cold and did not satisfy.

Then I saw another church,
A deserted shack I thought at first.
Until I saw a sign and a cross,
Saying, "Worship God with us."

I wondered, as I walked inside,
Could folks really worship here.
Then friendly smiles and out-stretched hands
Welcomed me at the squeeky door.

I sit down on a wooden bench,
And looked around me there;
My hands were raised in praise,
And many heads bowed in prayer.

The pastor preached on love and grace,
John 3: 16 was the scripture given.
We sang, "Are you washed in the Blood,"
When the invitation was given.

I left that church rejoicing,
My spirit was lifted high.
I'd found the beauty I was searching for
A beauty that's warm and satisfies.

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The Apostolic Voice