The Silent Pews By Dominion
They gather each week in familiar rows,
In hushed cloaks of reverence, no sound but repose.
With hands clasped tight and heads held low,
They seek the light, yet the shadows grow.
Eyes turned inward, hearts sealed tight,
Afraid to step into the fight,
They sing of grace, they chant of love,
But in silence, they’re tested, by foes from above.
The battle rages beyond their sight,
Yet they shrink from the field, from the call to the fight.
They feel the Spirit’s pull, its burn,
But fear to speak, to stand, to turn.
For each broken soul, each story untold,
Every silent tongue and heart left cold.
They hide in their pain, afraid to rise,
Blind to the schemes that dim their eyes.
Yet still they sit in sanctuaries' glow,
Deaf to whispers they should know.
The enemy lurks with veiled intent,
But they remain quiet, prayers unspent.
O sacred church, can you hear the call?
The world is crumbling, the mighty fall.
Rise from the pew, no more silent shame,
Stand and speak in Jesus' name.
For a silent pew, untouched, unshaken,
Is a battle left lost, a voice forsaken.
