Hollow church, hollow church,
Long forgotten place of joy.
Hollow church, hollow church,
only an exoskeleton remains
Former home of joyous hymns,
laughter, smiles, and hugs,
rippling across nearby wheat fields,
you are empty but for memories.
Place of Bible-thumping,
human weakness,
and sin-confessing.
Hollow church, hollow church.
Where is the joy? Where is the Good News?
Should we shed a tear at your empty shell?
“No,” says the LORD.
“The people have spilled out of the building,
to be my hands of justice and arms of love.”
Hollow church, hollow church.
You were but a building not the church.
The church is Spirit-led people moving out into the world,
being the unfolding realm of God.