The Rusty Old Church
Standing on the outside so magnificent and grand.
Beautiful and majestic the church once stood in this land.
But somewhere along the way, it lost its voice.
And it became weak and frail by its carnal choice.
Now people walk by and look over at her and scoff.
So many have lost faith, and so many are lost.
Her beautiful appearance once shiny and clear,
Have been rusted over by doubt, disillusionment and fear.
The gardener first stopped tending and the painters ran out of paint.
Over time there were fewer prayers from the saints.
The building started to break down and there was no one inside.
To upkeep and take care of the furniture and grounds with pride.
Today as I look out at that once grand building and steeple.
I see no victory or hope on the faces of the people.
I fall down and cry at what was once grand.
And ask God how will we ever fulfill your plan?
But I looked at the church and realized I misunderstood.
The building is man's vow to God, which failed as only it could.
The real church resides inside of our hearts.
Its God's vow to write His law in our innermost part.
Standing so magnificent and strong,
Is God's Church, the body of Christ, who have been there all along.
While some may have lost their voice.
God is calling a remnant who have made Him their choice.
And all will be made right once again.
Only the building will be shining from the hearts of men.
Because the innkeeper and Head is Jesus Christ.
Who will come again and make all things right.
© 2024 Sandra C. Johnson
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