Empty Church, free of worship.
Solemn words trapped in stone.
Echoes of song long since dissipated.
The tired Eagle spies fewer prey
As age erodes the congregation.

Faith is now displaced by modern life.
No time nor inclination to pray have they:
Hymns have too many lyrics
They offer no repetitive melodies
When was the last poor soul saved?

Yet faith in the Establishment remains,
It's failing flock clinging to the rock,
Demonstrating their faith in His return
Through small hopelessly hopeful acts,
Such as a 'Clergy Parking Only' sign.