The Empty Church Seat

I listen to the pastor's words alone.
I look to the empty seat to my right.
I pray for mine and your sins' atone.
God's words move me and I want to cry.
I search for your hand that's not there.
The tears slip and my heart breaks.
Times like these, I wished you cared.
I wish you'd be here as the words take.
People around me wonder if I lie
They often take pity on my strife
When I say you're always by my side
Because you're not here in this part of my life.
God's sitting right here beside me
And He's holding the pieces together
But the pain He still can see
And at least, someone cares.