God's House

god's house is a place where you watch the time
sitting, you make your prayers as seen as mine
yet it seems ripe life ticks by so filled with silence
as slowly you wait for his voice to sound final

gathered together numbers multiply faith
and patience extrapolates with every new face
take up an offering and feel good for your loss
tossing a hollow coin or two as pay saves the lost

the many empty shells have belly to sing praise
and raise the tolerance of what ceases to amaze
emotion knows to grow under the candles' light
god's presence shows up when it's well contrived

obvious to strangers is faith in needing having faith
to pray and stay amongst those in line for the lathe
wait they will to work the shape a pattern that's saved
from falling far from grace as polished by a bathe