The last pew is a metaphor for being close, yet far from God. It’s about being in church, wanting to receive his word, but having feelings of guilt due to sin or imperfection that act as a spiritual barrier.
The first verse displays a spiritual warfare that many can relate to. It’s about knowing and trusting God, yet still allowing free will to control aspects of life. The second verse is a true story about events surrounding my mother’s aneurysm. The third verse is a more introspective look at self and recognizing how God can utilize our imperfections to impact the lives of others.
Now, I’m sitting on the last pew, with a clear view
Still I’m near you, I’m near you
I’m sitting on the last pew, with tears too
Lord I hear you, I hear you.
I never really struggled with my spiritual,
‘Cause I seen first hand real miracles.
I never understood when they said God speaks,
It was hard to believe until he spoke to me.
I didn’t hear words, He just showed me visions,
I was wrapped up in guilt, it became my prison.
Ignored what he taught, made my own decisions,
Lived life based off of my own predictions.
And it left me in predicaments, my sentences
Spoke positive, but I wasn’t living this.
Overall, mostly doing Godly things,
But the King firsthand saw my shortcomings.
Attended church and prayed, gave my money to the plate,
Hoping to get the favor also compensate
For the things that I hid, drop in another 10,
I’ll keep this between me and him
I remember very clear when she almost died,
My brother called with the news but I could not cry.
Too much in shock, never saw this,
Sometimes you see the present, but you miss the gift.
I never knew what an aneurysm was, just a medical term,
It never occurred that it would be her.
Not prepared to feel the hurt,
Doc says she only got 20% and is getting worse.
She slipping to a coma and not waking up,
Doc says in 30 minutes they’re pulling the plug.
Same time, different place, several miles away,
A group comes together, bow their heads and pray.
Same time, in that hospital room she awakes,
You can’t tell me that was anything but God’s grace.
Whose praise is owed, she’s on the road to recover,
His face was shown when he saved my mother.
When I look at myself here’s what I see,
A man trying to do right, but consumed with greed.
Find the silliest things to complain about,
My mortgage went up, but I got a house.
Gas prices elevated, but I got a car.
Man, I hate this cube, but I got a job.
These student loans killing me, but I’m educated.
Big mountain of debt, but good credit rating.
I’m saying, that helps put it in perspective,
Take the focus off me, how can I use these blessings?
What can I do to contribute to mankind?
Make a difference in some lives, it’s been past time.
Guess I was waiting ‘til I felt like I was all complete,
But it’s my incomplete that give me empathy.
Simply put, I know I got some life affecting,
Can you please point me in the right direction?