The metal folding chairs stand in uneven rows.
I see a place where no one goes
Men rock in place and a woman groans
But the kingdom of God is among these.
There are people here who have no jobs
Their aging parents help them shop
Some never talk and some won’t stop
But the kingdom of God is among these.
It is in the smells that are not perfume,
In gorgeous smiles flecked with drool,
In the meaningless babble that drowns the room.
Can’t you see the kingdom of God is among these?
