How do we look to Jesus?
A room of empty seats,
With painted smiles and broken hearts
And our outfits all pressed neat.
How do I look to Jesus
With my heart open wide?
Am I lost among the crowd
Or does His Light inside me shine?
How do I sound to Jesus
When I sing a bit off-key?
Or does He hear His melodious voice
Coming out of me?
Is there one inside this room
Seeking with a pure heart?
One He's holding together, or else they'd fall apart.
Does that one spirit rise above the rest -
The one whose soaring spirit is their Sunday best?
Will He find us faithful,
Will we be standing firm there,
Or does He just see empty shells
Filling empty chairs?
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