The Beloved of God

There is a church that is unseen
It has no building, pew or screen
To display things of churchly life
Instead, this church is called His wife

You join that church by entering
Into Christ through surrendering
All that you have and what you are
To Jesus who’s the Morning Star

He’ll strip your self off from the heart
And nakedness will be the start
Of fellowship you didn’t know
As long as you sat in a row

With other human bodies there
In buildings where the preachers care
About the sermon for the crowd
Which beefs up faith and leaves no doubt

This new Church, she has come to us
In secret, without a big fuss
On Pentecost, that long ago
Now she is here, at hand, aglow

With Spirit’s fire, love, and more
For everyone who to the core
Was pierced with arrows of His love
Sent by His angels from above

Assembling there is different – yes
And fellowship so special – guess
You meet there those beloved ones
Who live elsewhere on earth, His sons

His daughters, all His children come
Together by His Spirit’s drum
Which calls them every day and night
To fellowship sheer out of sight

They worship God with thankfulness
In heart and mind and pray He’ll bless
All those who do not join them yet
With life eternal where regret

Is over as is doubt and fear
When you see God and Jesus near
With all your brothers, sisters there
Who His love in God’s Kingdom share

Susanne Schuberth