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