I went to church last Sunday <br />And sat among the few, <br />Who came to ease their massive load <br />Of burdens and renew <br />The inner faith we ever need. <br />I saw an empty pew. <br /> <br />I sat among the sinners, <br />The worshippers of gold, <br />The young, who beamed forth arrogance <br />And wise, but humble old. <br />We joined again within God's house, <br />His purpose to behold. <br /> <br />We heard the strong-voiced parson <br />Spell out God's love, so clear. <br />When we sent out our songs of praise, <br />A calm pervading cheer <br />Swept through our hearts, to warm our souls <br />And drew us very near. <br /> <br />We had so much in common, <br />By sharing in God's plan; <br />For weak or strong, we still must use <br />His ever helping hand, <br />To guide us through the heights and depths, <br />Of life's confusing span. <br /> <br />If you would ease your burdens, <br />What better could you do <br />Then lay them on God's doorstep? <br />Please, come and start anew <br />In church this Sunday morning. <br />There waits an empty pew.<br /><br />Joseph Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-church-is-calling-you/
