What is the church?
In all of it’s glory and shame
What is the future of this beautiful wreck
And what will we do when we realize that the Church is a Bride not a business
How will we explain our constant desire to hoard all we can
and keep inside a building made by hands of men
Some call it logic but God calls it sin.
How will we stand when his hand is seen
And the holy messiah who was born as a babe
Whose heart is wide open to the sick and the lame
How will we feel if he finds the church inactive
More attracted to the culture than those who needed us most
From the hurting across the street
To the poor surviving on some foreign coast
To the missionaries on foreign fields
The penniless less than an hour away
How will we stand on that day
When we realize that we were amused to death
We stuffed our bellies on selfish pursuits
Ignoring the riches of God
Realizing that Jesus was at our door
But we were too busy, too tired, to distracted to listen
So filled with excuses, conflict and cynicism
Content with the models of others
We neglected the savior, his sisters and brothers
The struggling fathers and the heartbroken mothers.
But for our church, the hour is late.
Will we become God’s grand twist of fate.
It might be the hardest thing we’ve ever done
To leverage our lives to the plan of the Son.
Some might call it impossible
Others might call it irrelevant
Still others might call it foolish.
But when our church stands in the halls of eternity
Standing there before presence of God
Every other pursuit will seem rather odd.
Of course we’ll be saved by God’s grace
Absolutely we’ll be redeemed in that place
But what legacy will we lay at the feet of our Savior.
How will we explain our thoughtless behavior?
That day is coming as sure as the sea
As real as the sun, as certain as sand
But here we are. We have this amazing chance to step up and serve
To leave everything on this field of destiny
To say it’s all about them. It’s not about me.