I have seen your face,

your hollowed eyes,

desperate pleas,

as all around you

the show goes on.

You lift your hands,

listlessly

as we have told you,

time and time again:

"God is here!"

"God is in the house tonight"

I have watched

as you have waited for the miracles

the words,

the prayers

the preaching.

And the tears,

tears of disappointment

as God yet again has failed to know

your address.

He has missed you,

you are sure,

for all,

all who are around you

are lost in him.

I wished I could sing

your song,

for I know your lyric,

I know your melody.

but now,

you are making your way,

with your fears,

your doubts,

faithless,

your needs

hanging like an anchor

around your soul.

You come again

to the front, for prayer,

You have come

again, again, again,

pointlessly, ashamedly,

disappointed, confused

alone....

again.

Your pockets have been emptied

into the offering of conditionality,

your days have been poured into

someone else's promise.

again...

again..

I have stood behind my piano,

in the spotlight,

I can only play one melody,

this melody is yours

and mine.

whilst,

all around us

is power and glory

and promise

and all those words,

those eloquent words

that separate preacher

from you,

and me.

All of my instincts has wanted

to hold you with disappointments that are

streaming as tears.

We sing the same song.

we know the same words,

we know the tune.

I have seen you.

I see my eyes in your fears.

In my darkest moment I see you,

My heart beats to yours,

we know the sad and lonely stretch,

that leads back from the prayers

the power,

then promises.

We walk back,

as poor,

failed,

flawed,

we walk back

"Into the Kingdom"

"Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven"

Heaven sings our songs.