Hearts

Together

Our hands have made

These four walls

And called it church,

As if we could contain

The glory of God

Within the corners 

Of a building.

Stained glass windows

Shed light

In its dark places.

Magnificent heights

Turn our gaze

Heavenwards.

We stand

Reciting hymns

And written prayers.

Side by side we sit

In neatly arranged pews,

Sharing little more 

Than a smile and hello.

When we leave these walls

We leave church,

With full hands

And empty hearts.

And still we come back

Sunday after Sunday.

And still 

Our Heavenly Father 

Stands and waits,

Knocking

At the door of our heart

Because that,

That is what he wants,

He wants our hearts.