We fill the pews or we don’t
Whether empty or full
We count each head
Twice if possible
Salvation belongs not to the Lord
As the psalmist says but to the highest numbers
We fail the ones in the seats
While reaching for those who have yet to come
We hate it love it leave it and grieve it
We are the dead who proclaim the resurrection
We are the unholy who claim righteousness
We are the hateful spewing joy
We are warmongers declaring peace
We are the killers calling for healing
We are the church who has yet to meet Jesus