Church pews are hard and so became my heart.
r.d. jESS
Does my heart disregard those painful parts?
When I kneel before the cross.
I tremble for what I lost.
Hope differed makes the heart sick,
And the church walls thick.
Can I walk through those open door’s?
And love those who are your’s?
Those church pews are hard,
For those whose hearts are marred.
My faith should not be in a church.
For it causes a constant search.
Instead my faith is in the one who loved.
Who’s forgiveness is payed in the blood.
I’m called to obey despite what they do.
To still sit down on those hard church pews.
To love like christ loved
To not be their judge.
Because It’s not about me or the church.
It’s about a God who heals the hurt.
At times I feel cornered.
But this is the only way to move forward.
To dress myself in self control.
One of the many gifts that sealed my soul.
To walk though those open doors,
And love those who are yours.
CHURCH PEWS
Renewed Dream 