Carcasses lie scattered on the sanctuary floor
Skeletons with empty eyes greet me at the door
Stained glass windows mask the darkness
Buried deep inside these walls
And voices sweet with singing
Drown out screaming in the halls

Souls are crying out for a cure for constant pain
But their cries only the silence between verses and refrain
Tears that once flowed freely
Hide behind each smiling eye
And the laughter I am hearing
Is a well-veiled plea to die

O, the things that can’t be seen with the naked eye…

I wonder what I’ve missed every Sunday ‘til today
Can it be I’ve never noticed all this ruin and decay?
Hearts as black as midnight
Pump blood to hands and feet
That move like programmed robots
Every motion on repeat

Could it be that I myself was once among these walking bones
My eyes once just as empty, my heart made of this stone?
Was I too a breathing dead man
Biding time until my doom?
And if I was, why am I seeing
With new eyes, this gilded tomb?

But, wait! I’ve just remembered my words of prayer last night.
Could it be this is His answer– giving me new sight?
I asked that I might bring life
Into struggling, dying souls
But this? I never pictured
All the pain, the guilt untold.

O God! These eyes, are they Yours? I pray that they may be
Show me how to use them for your glory, how to see
Dead men breathe new air
Their stone hearts melted with Christ’s love
Learning truth and grace and living
In the power of Christ’s blood.