The preacher's church

He owns most of it
His big eyes there staring, them wide open, innocently lost
Wondering where a good man's gone...
Him doing God's work
With all these vacant pews
And vacant lots
In God's holy house
He stands there yelling again, a fool alone on a stage
Yelling about sin, all kinds that plague  
Condemning us here, condemning us there
Especially pointing his finger out to the single ones
Stuck in the single life, you know the ones unmarried without children, under God
He's so quick to condemn,  so quick to condemn  
But he's not quick to rescue me from this loneliness, from this
Loneliness  
That surrounds me, Jesus only knows, it's a suffocating kind of pain
Lonely moments, lonely times, lonely days
I try to run from, hide from ,chasing around these random men in the world
In search for a husband I can't find anywhere
A husband I can't name
These men, I'm chasing
Who forget to hear God's word
They have random ways
Men who are following other sources  
Psychedelic ones,
Paranoid ones
That surround them in their smoked out moments
When they are trying to chill in their drunk in down stupor
Which got the best of them, got the best of their minds
A mind now wasted by any kind of crime, that looms
When they are not chasing work around
Wondering what to do
But not God's work
They want lots of admirers, easy friends, good times
With the devil tempting them to his crooked ways, crooked faces, and crooked places
I'm running from them  
I'm running to a lonely church and it's forgotten preacher
Who preached
so hard he lost most of the congregation  
With the lonely preacher staring me in the face
Innocently wondering  
Where a good man's gone to