The Hope of an Empty Sanctuary
The Black Knight
Tell me, can you hear it?
A hundred voices singing out
A song of praise and jubilee
An ardent, joyous shout
Tell me, can you see it?
Children sitting side by side
Gathered in humble unity
A flawless, immaculate bride
Tell me, can you feel it?
Fellowship’s closeness in the air
A warm, inviting identity
Swirling between every chair
Tell me, can you see it?
The promise of this empty room
The darkness before the glory
Waiting for sunrise to bloom
Tell me, can you hear it?
The silence echoing all around
The quiet, empty sanctuary
Waiting for worship’s sound
A hundred voices singing out
A song of praise and jubilee
An ardent, joyous shout
Tell me, can you see it?
Children sitting side by side
Gathered in humble unity
A flawless, immaculate bride
Tell me, can you feel it?
Fellowship’s closeness in the air
A warm, inviting identity
Swirling between every chair
Tell me, can you see it?
The promise of this empty room
The darkness before the glory
Waiting for sunrise to bloom
Tell me, can you hear it?
The silence echoing all around
The quiet, empty sanctuary
Waiting for worship’s sound