Take a glance right next to you
There may be an alien in the pews
Who just last night jammed down pills
Not knowing if he would wake this morning
Or maybe the individual sitting right in front
See the blood on the shirt right there
The tears of the soul crying out
On behalf of the scared,
Emotional mute
Too overcome by shame and guilt
Remember the young man you said hello to,
Well he hid in the bathroom to avoid that very moment
A swell of tension,
And of knots
The person behind you
Well he is ashamed of his choices
Of innocence now gone
A vanished purity
Wondering if he’s still accepted in these four walls
The young women who showed up after the first song
And left before the last one
She can’t stand to face another being
Even herself
Ashamed of who she is
Yet slowly dying without knowing the Cure
They are all aliens in the pews
Who we don’t even know
They have the same looks,
And they wear the same clothes
They are searching,
Wondering,
And hoping to experience the Lamb
Who was slain for them
Will we usher in the broken
To meet the one who can make them whole
Who has washed us white as snow
And will do the same for them
Will we greet them with the pearl we have found?
Or just bury it in our own little holes
Will we act as the gateway
Picking and choosing the work of grace
Or will we put on display the work of the Potter?
Life in His Mosaic 