The Life of the Church is in the people and not the walls.
|There some walls still stand
Defiance to the natural causes.
A church that has saved its people
From bombs over several clutches of war
Now helplessly in ruin,
Bloods and tears wash clean its floor.
Its people can not save it now.
The church that has housed the homeless
During butts of war,
That has refused to fall under men's hatred,
Now fall and sink.
Its people homeless and hungry,
The church couldn't help them,
The world watches them.
The giant wave has come
And some walls still stand of the Church:
Saying it has a story to tell,
The story of tears and homelessness.
The Church remaining walls dare the wave,
But the wave has done its worst.
It has shed its blood and tears.