When the church became a building
She forgot her founder’s call
She chose instead brick and mortar
to build herself a wall
The doors she built
Locked some out, others in
Proclaimed who was holy
And who was still in sin
She lit the candles
Said it was time to pray
Blew out the lights
Now time to go away
She is made of salt and light
Her stones, they are alive
You cannot keep her in a box
If she is to going to thrive
Her glory is far greater
Than four walls can hold
She is to be a city
Shining bright as gold
She is to be a healer
For weary, lost, and sore
A comfort to the broken
And oh so much more
When the church became a building
She made a room for strife
When outsiders didn’t fit her mold
She crushed their heart and life
Church you are not a building
You’re Christ’s body and His bride
You’re His hands, feet, and heartbeat
The love He cannot hide
© 2013 Julie Clark
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yeah! “you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priethood…”
Thank you Lloyd, I thought about your book and can’t wait to read it!
Thank you Julie. This is an amazing truthful poem that touched my heart deeply. We are his body and his bride! 🙂
Thank you Sarah! Just had to get those thoughts on paper.
OH MY!!!!!! LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!!!!!
Thanks Mary!
Beautifully written and so well stated.
Thank you!
I’m so proud of your growing writing talents my friend! What a creative analogy!
Thank you Michelle!
I started to cry when I read this. Thank you for communicating such beautiful truth through your poetry.
Thank you for your encouragement Marilyn.