24 October 2012
Our church an ancient relic Of times that went before A symbol of a village wealth Of control and little more
And now we try to justify the crumbling stones of steeple There are those who cherish the fabric, the borbles not the people
Those that cling to scaffolding and dust Those that weep of yesteryear and claim the old ways are a must
But I pray stand back And ponder of our lord Would he have placed such value in a shrine of piety Would he have blessed a place who's brethren stand in pride when they should be upon their knees
Break down the walls that shackle us to days we ne'er knew Break down those walls and build them up with love that's not askew Unhinge the heavy oak clad door and open up your hearts Claim your faith with colours bold and herald Jesus with fanfare blast!
Our building whilst a monument to times that went before Our faith, beloved faith, is oh so much, much more.
The windows stained, A fragility that's guarded Whilst sufferance outside their gaze Must we be so hard hearted?
This is our church our beloved church but stand back and see a bigger picture A dusty canvas, and upon it, a faded outline drawn Pick up the brush of faith and love and paint A servant led new dawn.
A New Dawn • Opuss № I