One More Person

One More Person

(written for my friend Brenda W)

My altars are empty

My pews are bare

My doors are closed and locked

No one is there.

But one more person

Has opportunity

One more person

Will give his heart to Me

One more person
Will walk through My Door

One more person

Will kneel on My floor

One more person

To call My Name

One more person
To take My Hand.

One more person

Will answer My call

One more person

Will surrender his all.

And though My pews are empty

My altars bare

This is My house

I am still here.