The Church

The church is silent.
The pews are empty.
The windows, quietly telling His story.
All around,
the reminder of His life.

The tiny sculptures in order
of His sacrifice.
Do they frighten me?
Do they stand to show me
that He died for me?


Guidance...
I could ask Him for His guidance,
and to ask for His guidance,
to show me the way.

Forgiveness...
I could ask Him for His forgiveness,
and to ask for His forgiveness,
would never be sincere.


Seven pews down, a friend knelt,
praying.
To know, to know, what he was
saying.

When I thought my soul was
decaying,
he told me, he told me, to keep on
praying.


The church is serene.
The sunlight through the stain glass window,
gave way to sunset.
All around,
the colors faded out.

The church is dark now.
We stand together, thanking Him for each other,
and we end the night,
under the moonlight,
slowly dancing for Him,
our Heavenly ballroom.

She was his lamb,
and in front of him, she fell asleep.
"Little lamb, God bless thee." he said silently.
He laid her back on that seventh pew,
where they would pray.


He could ask Him for His guidance.
He could ask Him for His forgiveness.
He could ask Him for His mercy.

They would both be forgiven.

Love, He would give them.

©LJ
27 April 2013