“Lonely In Church”
(A true story)
There is a prayer meeting tonight and I’m going to
church, I have to try and end my search
To find you Lord my heart is broke, I need to
meet some other folk
My heart is so broken not sure if I should, I
don’t want to sit around and brood
I’m reaching for you I need you so,
please Lord Help me if I should go
I will walk in the room as quiet as can be, don’t want to draw
attention you see
I will sit at the end no-one will know, the pain
that I feel and don’t want to show
They all have a prayer I look around; I’m feeling
quite nervous I hear no sound
People are mumbling not sure what’s going on, I’m really
wishing now that I was gone
The meeting is over I’m sitting
alone, feeling lonely all forlorn
They’re chatting and talking amongst
themselves, feeling like I fell off a shelf
No-one said hi or even goodbye, I feel like I
just want to cry
They sound so spiritual with each other, but
looking at me they didn’t even bother
I’m feeling worse than when I came
in, I didn’t even get a grin
Heading out the door I’m feeling down
they didn’t know I was around
Walking up the aisle of the church, this is the
end of my search
The tears come rolling down my face; I leave the
church in disgrace
I cannot see my eyes are blurred now I’m feeling just
like a nerd
Why God why oh can’t you see, the hurt that’s churning
inside of me
With all that mumbling and all that prayer why
does no-one really care?
On the outside they look so right but on the
inside they’ve lost their sight
They didn’t know that you were there, did they
really look to care
Of a sinner coming in that door spiritual
clothes is all they wore
I’m glad you care Lord more than
the others
They love
each other those sisters and brothers
I’m heading home now to take my
life I’ve had enough of all this strife
Can’t take no-more my heart is broke
I’ve had enough it’s just a joke
Does anyone care just tell me Lord show me
somewhere in your word
I’ve stretched myself to it’s length I’m feeling
tired I have no strength
Give me an answer and if you do, I will promise
to always follow you
Please mend my heart it’s broken in
two I honestly don’t know what to do
Written by Chris Turner
2012
Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
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