I walk in late,
Quietly appearing in the corridor,
I look up from where i am,
To see a beautiful glass chandelier,
As i stare i hear the angelic choir
Sing and pray for forgiveness
You walk by, as a servant of the lord,
I am contented by your presence
I feel you are the purest soul here
Other than all the children,
But you are among them
You are a true child of the lord,
The guy next to me, hes dressed nice
He has a name tag that labels him an usher,
He has a proud and powerful attitude about him,
Children walk in and out
Playing games with one another to stay entertained
Unaware of his growing annoyance i hear him mention
to a girl next to him how annoying children are,
But you who have become my favorite,
You delight in entertaining the young
When you are not humbly serving the lord
You smile and take pleasure in all that you do
I feel you should be praised
We should be asking you for advice If jesus was here,
he would make you his deciple,
Because you hold the holy spirit
I wonder to myself If its a sin to find you irresistable
Because your so humbly and selfless i want you
I want your purity to wash away my sins
To bathe within your light
Your standing next to me
And its hard to control myself I glance at your face
A illusion of perfection i think
Merely created by my love striken eyes
Im sorry my lord for i know not what is sin anymore…
