Under a shower, in a bath
We wash, we scrub, yet see
Nothing can save us from Your wrath
Without Your Guarantee
We need You Lord we need Your Son
The Holy Ghost on high
Without our God nothing is won
To save us when we die
For die we must yet Jesus lives
Just as our Father planned
The same may we if Jesus gives
His Guide to The Promised Land
The Spirit of Truth and Power
The Seed Christ died to give
Planting deep till our darkest hour
He grows through death to live
This is The One we’re praying for
The One our souls can lift
The Key to open Heaven’s Door
Your precious Promised Gift
So it is as before You planned
Your Word is ever true
Forever and ever it will stand
When the season is due
You’re not a man that You can lie
The Truth is all You speak
So now to You we turn on High
For that for which we seek
Lord Blessed are they who hear Your Word
Who seek to live as You
Who put to practice what we’ve heard
And see that now we do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem