Longing Poem by Mel. D.

Entering through the church door,
I gain a sense of security.
This is what I love to live for,
Why I never miss a Sunday. 

In the sanctuary hours early
I dive in and work on setup,
Helping wherever they need me
To prepare the area for worship.

When it starts, people gather around
As the music builds and overflows,
Overpowering everything with sound,
Unifying everyone as God comes close. 

'We are one, we are one'
I see their blissful faces
As we sing to the risen Son,
All radiating joy, the music crashes. 

The music builds once again,
Flattening out in a slow song
Telling us God forgives our sin,
Reminding us to Him we all belong. 

The unity is so strong within every person,
Everyone standing, swaying, and singing,
That surely no one could be abandoned. 
So why am I outside among them, still longing?