Where have all the churches gone?
I see them, I think, locked tight as stone.
No one can enter to take their wares
But who wants to steal their sharpened glares?

You muted Christians on your slippery slope
All you find is apathy to help you cope;
Why have so many people fled?
To hide from the crier “The church is dead”.

If we are to defeat evil’s presence
We must resurrect the Spirit’s essence;
Can we discover the relevance of Grace?
Without it we will be empty space.