The empty pews sing softly, echoing back melodic tones
Wafted by faithful worshipers scattered in erratic zones
Through a hall reserved for moments of joy and grief,
Exultation and lament, fervor and hopeful belief
In Messiah Jesus, Son of God, Messenger of the Most High,
Sent by you, O God, to expose Satan’s greatest lie,
A bald-faced assertion that we need never repent,
An insistence that we never request, that we need not
Your forgiveness, a denial of need for redemption bought
By your Son’s blood, a ghastly, obscene sacrifice
Decried as amateur stagecraft, a vain artifice
Meant to deceive, so we are told by the great Deceiver,
Who argues skillfully against one becoming a believer.
We still sing, and we still pray, so his wily lies to drown
With songs and calls for fire that you his quest will down.
The empty pews sing sadly of Christian faith surrendered,
Of Time denied to the Creator, but to Satan tendered,
Homage given and worship rendered as though just play,
Worship wrongly directed, your Word’s study in disarray.
The empty pews sing sadly, hear O Lord, this prayer;
The empty pews sing sadly, ignite again faith’s fire.