Yet still they come with filthy hands
In sin, they sing their song
They say, “God’s love, He understands
And knows we’re not so strong
A holy life is hard to live
Its benefits seem few
We come; that God may yet forgive
The shameful things we do”
Presumption leads the blind to sin
Still lost, they’ll surely die
But how on earth can blind souls win?
When no one tells them why?
Where ignorance robs salvation’s crown
Complacence, rules absurd
The world must see our bridal gown
Must hear The Truth! God’s Word
For Jesus’ bride has come the time
To rise and shake her fist
From stagnancy, she needs to climb
Religion must desist
We’ll dance no more to Satan’s tune
His songs we’ll cease to sing
We’ll see his kingdom come to ruin
When Christ more souls we bring
Traditional pomp must find its end
The grave must claim deceit
The knee of pride to Christ must bend
All falsehood to defeat
The bride must rise from seat & pew
Give out, what God has shared
Reveal the world she’s born anew
And for her Groom prepared…
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