A Deserted House of God

Near my childhood farm the old chapel
Stands abandoned and rotting away
The paint is flaking the doors forsakened
By all who once came here to pray

In sacred silence I stand here sighing
When walls are speaking without words
Cracks in the ceiling wait for a healing
And broken rafters await the Lord

In my memory plays music
Guitars and dobro fiddle mandolin
While the sky cries tears of angels
For a deserted house of God

Preacher and choir brimstone and fire
Saints and sinners side by side
Benches in hardwood worn down long ago
With their grey marble veined lines

In the harmonium lost hymns are sleeping
With forgotten melodies
In the big hall Jesus once called
Lost souls to get right with God

Still my memory plays music
Guitars and dobro fiddle mandolin
While the sky cries tears of angels
For a deserted house of God

Yes the sky cries tears of angels
For a deserted house of God
A deserted house of God



Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Enochsson
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