Here we sit once again
This morning’s crowd was a bit thin,
I guess it’s because the summer heat
Kept a few elders from their favorite seat,
Some of us sit on chairs while others repose on pews
It really makes no difference which you choose.
What an odd assortment of sinners we are
Bearing wounds and every kind of scar.

No matter that my eyes are green and your hair is blue
My need of Jesus is the same as you.
It’s been a few days since we’ve seen each other,
Yet we both feel the need to hover
In this sacred space
Where we worship and find our place
To grow, and heal and serve each week
With the young, the old, the strong and the meek.

We are not perfect but we are on our way
To making our walk match what we say.
Yielding daily to Jesus and His Spirit
We find the strength to live it…
The gospel of our astounding God and His grace
Where mercy triumphs judgment’s decision in our case.
Oh, how we deserve what we have sown
Yet He gives us unmerited favor reserved for His own.

We walk this earth journey of salvation
And although Heaven is our final destination,
We’ll come on Sundays, Wednesdays and other days
To share our faith and lives, our joys and dismays
We’ll be encouraged and challenged to give
The “all” Jesus asked us to live.
And responding to the truth of His Word we will find
We are being transformed while renewing our mind.

Oh, there will be days that are hard and disappointing,
Then there will be glorious times of His anointing
When the presence of God is as thick as honey
Why it isn’t even hard to give our money,
For we recognize we are but stewards of the stuff
And His return is so much more than enough.
So, “This is the church”, you say,
“Yes, it’s quite a place…you’re invited to stay!”

“Come walk with us, come serve,
Why, for a while, if you need to, just observe,
For soon you will discover
What we are to each other.
Brothers and sisters of a different breed,
Common in our goal, common in our need
To exchange all that we are for all that He is;
It is a family I wouldn’t want you to miss.

There are gifts to find and give away
And they are inside each one of us on open display.
What you have to offer is no small treasure
And so significant by God’s determined measure.
He has made His House a garden, no two flowers the same
So that the beauty and the smell give glory to His name
Yes, my eyes are green and your hair is blue
But we need what Jesus has to give in me and you.

Don’t let the talk of hypocrisy some love to expound,
Or those whose sin brings newsworthy renown
Stop you from coming by to see
A mind boggling mystery
A place full of sinners saved by grace
It’s truly an amazing place
Full of questions that find answers not by a poll
But by servants sharing loaves and fishes with the hungry soul.

So…THIS is the Church!

Copyright © by Sharon L. Patterson Share