by Edith Pense
I walked the lonely streets of life
I wondered and I roamed
I could not find rest for my soul
And so I walked alone
I thought that I might go to church
And there I hoped to find
The reason for my living
Surely someone would be kind
I found the church was dark and cold
They didn't want the likes of me
It seemed the gospel was not taught
His love I did not see.
Maybe if I try another
Many churches can be found
Surely here the love of Jesus
Will be shining all around
I went into a bigger church
The steeple was so tall
I know that I will find love here
Aren't they Christians after all?
I didn't think it mattered
That I couldn't dress in style
I brought my open, hungry heart
And a great, big, friendly smile
I thought that I would surely find
Some comfort in their care
But much to my surprise I found
A cold and icy stare
My friend if you are one who sits
Each Sunday in a pew,
Will they feel the love of Jesus
Does He radiate from you?
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