The Empty Pew

For those that go to church, we all have the pews that go unfilled. What are you doing to change it?

Before me stands an empty pew,

One characterized by ritualistic abandon.

This pew resembles approximately nothing,

All the while meaning everything.

Buried in this pew's fabric are small prints,

From when it was frequented long ago.

With slight wrinkles and stains,

The worn, empty pew remains.

Are there no more to left to join,

None in need of this pew's potential?

Or are we simply too idle and numb?

Too shy to petition more to come...

Where are the men and woman,

Those we claim to love in Christ?

Why have we let them fall away?

Why have we left the pew empty today?

Where are their voices?

Do you not hear their absence?

Does it not echo within your very soul,

And cause an emptiness you can't console?

Before me stands an empty pew,

With invisible names scratched in.

It is of the names of those still lost,

And still in the dark of the Cross

Behind me stands another pew,

Filled with pride-filled singers and pastors.

They pass by this pew day by day,

They just turn their head and walk away.

They stand before the crowds and preach love,

Whilst being consumed with their passive hate.

Leaving lost the ones they never knew

On this forever empty pew