Empty pews, empty pews; there's far too few <br />Empty pews, when many more would do; <br />Come home, come home, where love is born- <br />Don't leave your loved one all forlorn. <br /> <br />Empty pews say nothing real about you, <br />Just some polished wood and fabric, glue; <br />There’s no soul, in the steeples tall- <br />There’s no beating heart, at all.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-pews/
