I don't know your name and I doubt we will ever meet.
I always see you at your church. I live across the street.

I sit out on my front porch and wave at the passers by.
You never wave back.  Maybe the sun is just in your eyes.

I shout a hello to your family as the church doors you walk in.
I hear a muttered statement about missing church and sin.

If the doors are open I see you there for every event that's held.
Services, potlucks, and picnics.  Oh, the food that I've smelled.

I can hear the instruments and voices as you praise your God.
While I enjoy the music I must admit that I find one thing odd.

I sometimes hear your pastor preach about spreading the word.
I scratch my head and wonder if any of you really heard.

Cause I don't know your name and I doubt we will ever meet.
I always see you at your church, but none of you see me.

I know you told us to be your witnesses in this world of sin,
But then we would spend less time with our Christian friends.

That thing about gathering together we have taken to heart.
We could witness to others if they would just come be part.

Take the message to them?  No, we don't have the time.
We might miss the church potluck, and that's always sublime.

I think I have found a way I can make your message known,
That doesn't require me to step out of my comfort zone.

I'll vote for issues and people that will pass legislation
Making my idea of morality become forced participation.

I'm too lazy to attempt anything that might rock my boat.
I'm too scared to be your witness, can I just offer you my vote.