The Church

The Church Written by: Mario Vitale The Church We arrive early to a morning service in a hurry Look in every direction for jackets & mittens A long line of performance can awake the senses Straddling fences taking notes on a paper for reference It's not based on steeples & bells or even a salesman giving something to hear; No, his love was such that he suffered so much just to Cause some of us to follow in his footsteps The church should be in us all as a holy temple It has withstood the heaviest cost of time A heart saturated with truth in order to withstand The truest test if time leave your worry's behind Social injustice has infected so many Heavy hearts moved from a sweet message of love A beacon of light to a much hurting world in need Confession is made in such a holy place to pray An angellic host of heavenly onlookers guide the way Many choose not even to visit or enter it's doors Lest I implore another place in which to enjoy Marriage as a holy institution is held within those doors Funeral service for the dearly departed exit it's frame It's for everyone whether black, white or Chinese While the outside world is hungry for a teaching to knock you to your knees Share the good news that you learned within it's doors Help the widow, lame & handicapped see that there is a place of peace