Church

(9-14-03 Sunday morning 11:04AM)

What a sweet spirit in the air!
It has fell denying worldly care
Raining
Descending like snowflakes
Melted into the heart

People are testifying
Praising God
With thanksgiving
Some are just crying
Because their souls are living

The choir—
A heavenly host
Proclaiming adoration to the One
Deserving the most
Melodious of the blood that was shed
“Turn thy eyes upon Jesus”
Our Daily Bread

The pastor is preaching
Into the souls of man
The Word of God is reaching
That they may stand
Upon the Solid Rock

Both sure and steadfast
An anchor of the soul
A lively hope
It’s all you need to take you Home

Just to roam, a sojourner
Watching the world
I became a mourner
It’s living under the sun
Being burnt
It cares not that it’s undone

We must quit falling asleep
For the fields are being reaped
With darkness getting the greatest yield
We must start working
For the harvest is real

The tares are growing
Choking the natural sowing
Of Love
We must fertilize with the words
Of the Holy Dove

It’s time to begin growing
As a Godly people
Not just walking into a house
With a steeple

The Holy Spirit will descend
To knock you off your perch
For God’s ringing the bells
It’s time to have Church