Church of St. James Blues

The Church of Saint James Blues

(©1992 D.J.Hayman)


I walked into the Church of Saint James;

It was raining outside and it was cold.

The organ was playing and the choir was singing,

But the people were so unfriendly that I darn near froze!

They looked me up, they looked me down, stared at the patches on my clothes;

I heard somebody say, “What’s that smell? Ah, not another one of those!

Somebody give him a dollar and send him on his way.”

Then the backs turned, and at the front somebody started to pray.

* * * * * *

O tell me, God in heaven, why is it a sin

For a man to lose all that he has and try to start again?

Brother Jesus, tell Your people I’m sorry to be in their way,

But if there’s no room for me inside, then outside I must pray.

So I left and sat at the curb side and I watched the people pass,

Watched the rain ripple the puddles, waving reflections of stained glass;

And I joined my tears with the raindrops and dreamed it was all a dream:

That the ripples stopped, the lines were clear, and things were not as they’d seemed.

* * * * * * * * * *

I don’t know if I was in the body, or if the Spirit came

To transport me into visions; but I swear I heard my name;

And I know that I saw the Saviour, (you can’t mistake those eyes ),

He was standing there in tattered clothes, and I’m sure I heard Him sigh.

Brother, you know He could not be kept out by doors that were locked up tight.

Sister, you know that even the Tomb could not contain His light.

He said, “Wherever I’m welcomed, I love away all of their fears;

Now don’t feel bad that they kept you out, they’ve been keeping Me out for years.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I walked away from the Church of Saint James;

It was still raining outside and it was cold.

The organ was silent and the people were praying —

It was that part of the service where they were breaking the loaves.

“This is My Body.”, said the Saviour, (“Recognize it.” said Saint Paul).

“Meet Me here where My people are gathered.” Jesus invited, “Drink ye all.”

“Know that here you are forgiven, as you in your turn forgive.

Go out and care for the poorest, for in you now I live.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

O Jesus, I’m at the bottom — I don’t make any excuse —

But let me lose my life in You, that my life You might use;

And God, in all of Your heaven, save us from that sin,

That tries to lock up Your love in our hearts and won’t let it out again!

Look me up, look me down — I know You love me just as I am.

Let me see through Your eyes every woman and every man.

Don’t let the stained glass windows be as blinders to our eyes;

Let every eye be a window that’s opened to sunrise.

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