I often wonder why it is
   Whenever Christians meet,
They never seem to have much faith
   In any front row seat;
I just don't know the reason why,
   Unless they're filled with fear,
And think the safest place in church
   Is sitting at the rear.

It seems that somewhere down the line
   These front rows went astray,
Or else they're for those spirit folks
   Who always stay away;
They stand alone here week by week,
   I guess they wonder why;
If you were treated like one of these
   You'd break right down and cry.

Those back seats sure do need a rest,
   They've done more than their share,
The Load that they've been carrying,
   It really isn't fair;
They never murmur or complain,
   They know it isn't right;
I wouldn't b a bit surprised
   If they collapsed some night.

Now tell me, friend, how would you feel
   When you with others meet,
And they gave you the same sweet course
   You gave this front row seat?
It isn't fair and that you know,
   So let's be kind and true,
And when you come to church again,
   Sit in a front row pew.