Stained-glass and the choir sing out
That strong and ceaseless chorus here.
So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street.
On Eastern,
A celebration carried on
For God and hope and refuge
To keep each other, life,
Give shelter from the storm.
And keep warm.
The congregation gathers outside in the parking lot,
Each service done
They keep the old hymn rolling on and on and
I see the scene in color each day driving out to Eastown,
That old abandoned church and have I gone the same sad way?
Have I gone the same sad way?
Through the sixties flourished and the seventies in flux.
The eighties fluctuate each year unclear of
When the money would dry up.
And when the nineties violent crime
And rising unemployment rates came by
That parking lot grew dim and thin of sinners and saints
Until the voices, unceasing, slowly faded to black
Until the weeds stormed the concrete from unattended cracks.
It had to know, had to feel that glory never coming back,
Like I could feel it when the passion left,
The last of what I had,
It had to know like I knew.
And I can't find it still.
Might not ever.
Ten years now standing vacant.
Ten years on empty, maybe more.
Once held the faith of hundreds,
Soon one more cell phone store.
For years they gathered here
Inside the building sound and true
To sing their praises to a god that gave them hope
To carry on, to carry through.
So, I've been thinking about that,
Sometimes go slow when I drive by,
How a home of stone and a house so holy
Grows so empty over time.
What gave those people purpose
Past death approaching constantly
Now left to crumble slowly,
Now left to wither with the weeds.
Now left to ice and vandals,
The advent candles long since gone,
The old foundation shifting hard,
The concrete overgrown, but
That stained-glass window sits untouched
Amongst the brickwork worn,
A symbol of the beauty only perfect
At that moment we were born.
And just the other day I swear I saw a man there
Pulling weeds out of the concrete, s
Weeping up and patching cracks,
I saw him lift a rag to wash
The years of filth from off those windows.
Made me wonder if there's anyone like that for you and me and
Anybody else who broke and lost hope.
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