He Was Not There
by Paul Purdayhttps://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaulPurdayPaintings?ref=seller-platform-mcnav
The people filled most every chair
Bright conversation filled the room
Soon lilting praise-songs filled the air
Despite a dark unnoticed gloom
He was not there.
Many an outward form is shown
By those who hold the social norm
To meet the friends they long have known
No better place to be lukewarm
And miss His Throne.
For even if His church can name
deceiving march of pride within
We cannot cast a stone, and claim
that we are those who have no sin
All are the same.
If we can work all miracles
Remove mountains and know mysteries
These works are less than miniscule
If love is absent from the breeze
Of cloistered aisles.
His presence in the heavenly air
Is where we breathe, and live in Him
There, in that Love to be aware
Where He will fill us to the brim
For He is there.
