We come in hope of daily bread
The Truth to hear and see
But even angels fear to tread
Where some would have us be
So burdened! Is the church of man
The future far from bright
While man’s routine must run to plan
God’s Way is out of sight
The church can win so many souls
Can show the lost, we care!
But man sets oft too high the goals
And yokes no one can bear
Not all the churches act this way
Not all have grown luke-warm
Those Spirit filled, not gone astray
May live to ride the storm
The Lord will build a church so good
A house of Liquid Light
Where children serve The Way they should
Where all within is right
But first as bride needs to change
To be a righteous queen
Where self; put last is no more strange
And only love is seen
No more can churches act as dumb
Nor in these times so blind
We can’t expect to cast a crumb
The starving cannot find
Today the bride can’t sit and wait
As though her work is done
The Gentile’s time, is running late
Now soon, we’ll meet God’s Son…
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