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