Church bells ringing with no one there
The smell of raindrops from the sky
The clouds of life rolling by
The days are long and life is short
People are running to and fro
Without any thoughts of where they’ll go
Ships sailing thru the ports
Cars and trucks passing by
While the saints are praying inside
For the Lord to fill our spirits and hearts
Like the animals rushing
to enter the ark
To bring us to the house of God
Without the elders poke and prod
The church bells ringing
Please enter in
And return to your heavenly father again
The Poetic Advisor 