Life From The Dead

I saw her there on the TV Empty, lonely Fine in features, lovely in form But empty in the eyes No glow, no life Another spiritless soul Lost in an empty blaze of flashing lights Microphone in hand Seeking fame, groping in darkness Oh, have mercy, Lord Help them, send them someone I know so many will never listen How can they turn away from life How can they reject your mercy Such love, your broken heart for them I would that you have your bride, Lord People who love you as you have longed for As you so deserve beyond comprehension Jesus, your beloved that you bled for A church, spotless and without wrinkle One that will run after you Eager to meet you in your chamber Stephen Pursell, 3/04