Since I was a little boy, I’ve heard the frets and tsks
Of spilled juice and food stains, and other soiling risks
End caps have threatened to come off, legs seemed near collapse
Faithfully we’ve scrubbed and hammered, to avoid “what ifs” and “perhaps”
The fabric fades with time and use, the joints are loosed with sitting
And many the lady and the man have saved them by nails and knitting
Let’s get a few more years from them, the cost to replace is too great
We’ll bolt them down and prop them up, and save them from an awful fate
But what is the condition of the pews, when speaking metaphorically.
By that I mean the people on them, as we’ve used the phrase historically.
If too many are old and dying, and no efforts are made to reach others.
Those pews will look sparse and scattered from lack of sisters and brothers.
If those who use them think of Christian living as only time spent on them
They will not take their faith into a daily walk spent with Him.
I love the pews, the people that are striving to be more useful
Who love the Lord, who live that love, and refuse to be “excuse-full.”
They come and worship, with eyes all bright, and voices blending gladly
They help the sick, they reach the lost, they want to serve God badly.
What are you doing for the pews, for those who through Christ you’re related?
Is your love for those upon the pew growing stronger or has it abated?
The next time you go to take your seat and settle in for the worship time
Reflect a moment on these words set in this simple rhyme,
“What will I do to save the pew? How much can I afford?
When I show care for every pew, I’m saying I love the Lord.”