How sad was I to see them close br The church's doors for this the age, br When nothing now is sacred br And its lead's worth more than God. br The key was turned within the lock br For none were trusted anymore, br And only for the Sabbath br Were they opened up again. br No answer now when I do knock br No entry when I turn the latch, br No place to shelter from the rain br No shield against the cold. br No longer can I go to pray br Nor find a deep tranquility, br Within this house those days have passed br I wish they would return. br What value were those artefacts br Compared to this the love of Christ? br For that indeed does have no price br The greatest gift of all. br For when those non-believers stole br The altar's gold my father wept, br For they did take the faith of man br And threw it to the ground. br Where now it lies amongst the graves br And yet will never rest in peace, br But toss and turn till God again br Shall dwell within this land.