The door was open but the big church was empty .
No bells rung ,
no songs sung ,
silence was a plenty .

Candles burned for someone ,
who might have come before .
You’ll never walk alone ,
someone came in the door .

The young man came in
from the rain and took a seat ,
it looked like he was in need of a bite to eat .

He got on his knees
and began to pray ,
he said ,

‘Hello its me again God .“
The he bowed his head .

His clothes were soaked through and his hair was dripping wet .

Some Christians choose to ignore or they just forget .

The sacristan approached,
the young man who knelt there ,
And interrupted him
as he was deep in prayer .

“These seats are reserved ,
could you move to another ?

The young man replied ,
“The church is empty brother ?“

“It doesn’t matter , the seats reserved so move on .“

“Listen”
He answered ,
“:”Before this moment is gone ,
I’d just like to point out, I am just passing through and thought I’d just say a prayer , as often I do .
My smell and my looks you may not appreciate but all of my prayers make their way to heavens gate .
So before I leave this church to sleep on the street ,could you tell me for who did you reserve this seat ?”

Some people have no answers , its like they've gone deaf .
The sacristan walked off angry , the young man left .


By Paul McCann