On every corner, steeples rise,
Pointing to the open skies.
Brick and mortar, hymns resound,
Yet is the true church found?

When doors swing wide, and souls depart,
Do they carry Christ within their heart?
Or is it show, a fleeting gleam,
A social club’s limelight dream?

The biblical church, no walls confine,
It’s Spirit-led, a holy vine.
Bound by faith, not status or fame,
Living for the Savior’s name.

But some chase clout, a hollow song,
Where pride and pomp do not belong.
Hypocrisy, a gilded mask,
Forgets the cross, the sacred task.

True church walks out, in lives transformed,
By love and truth, their hearts reformed.
No spotlight sought, no fleeting cheer,
But Christ alone, forever near.

So leave the pew, yet still abide,
In Him who calls, who is our guide.
For church is not where corners meet,
But where His Spirit makes us complete.