The Old Church
Holy presence in this place
No candles lighted
No one present…what a waste
The car enters the church parking lot. Few cars are there. It is Monday morning. Felt the need to pray. I walk into the sacred sanctuary. I can feel the Holy Spirit join me after candle flame sparks. Kneeling at the alter and praying my list of needs. As I begin rising, The Lord asks through His Spirit, “What about Me?
I pray through my falling tears
As shame surrounds
Who prays for God…the old church?