“Church Doors Are Shut?”

It's Sunday morning and church doors are shut,
And Satan hopes we have given up.
Forgot to worship, forgot to pray.
Not understanding my heart today.
To fail to meet with the King of Kings,
The weekly appointment to pray and sing,
And just because church doors are closed,
Our hearts still yearn, our wills disclosed.

It's Sunday morning and church doors are shut,
And Christians now have gotten up.
We're out of bed and ready still,
To seek our God and find His will.
To ingest his Word on it to feed,
As a friend, a pastor now takes the lead,
To share what God laid on their heart.
Our guidance for a brand-new start.

It's Sunday morning and church doors are shut,
I trust that "not one of us has given up."
But grown in depth each one, each day,
Determined that we will not give way.
With the Spirit will, we will stand tall,
To not forget how we all were called.
We stand our ground, we'll stay alert,
While Satan "offers us his shirt!"

It's Sunday morning and church doors are shut,
In trial and sorrow, and all that stuff.
The last few weeks we've suffered pain,
With hell to shun and heaven to gain.
We'll not run and hide from earths great threat,
For in God we stand, with orders met.
Holding those who hurt up before our God,
That angels now in heaven applaud.

It's Sunday morning and church doors are shut,
With the Spirit's help we'll not give up.
One day we'll walk on streets of gold,
Rest for the weary, peace for the soul.
But today we stand united and strong,
Unite our hearts in heavenly throng.
The social distance we now adhere,
Speak at a distance, but not come near.

It's Sunday morning and church doors are shut,
When social media don't leave a rut.
When pastors feed our souls again,
And a message missed we later listen in.
We rejoice in time that has become our day,
When the busy life has faded away.
And before my God I stand in humbled awe,
For He still right there without one flaw!

It's Sunday morning and church doors are shut,
But God Himself hasn't given up.
Through countless ages He will not change,
No matter earths problems He's still the same.
His Son He gave, died for my sin.
Though church doors shut, we can enter in.
And praise Him now as our week begins
For His saving grace, greater than my sin.