The Desert Church

The Desert Church

The church down in the canyon

Always in the shadows

It is a place that even God has forgotten

Sand fills the aisle where brides used to walk

Rocks cover the alter where prayers were offered

Bats hang in the decaying rafters

The sacramental wine has long since turned to dust

And the holy water was drank by thirsty animals

So many people prayed and hoped in the pews

Just as many sins were forgiven

The desert winds reclaimed a place built by God

The prayers are lost in the blowing dust

Yet the bell rings throughout the day

Swung by the wings of an angel

Telling no one that the church is there

Letting no one know that God is still alive

And He is waiting for someone to notice

For someone to come to this church

For someone to pray

He is waiting for anyone