Groveling selfish me constantly asking God to grow and change me
Frustrations in my quest for his face
Realigned this morning
Hearing passionate words of friends from the church
The bride
Following a great commission.
Commission me now,
You pass me through the lava
Only to cool me with the liquid of life.
The timing is inexplicable.
My purpose now clear
It's not about me and my fear
It's about those whose souls should fear
Those with a real reason to despair
Enduring the wear
Of the bondage of Satan.
Makes me compassionate
Brings the care from me to you
It's not the healthy God cures,
It's true that it's the lame
The broken down with shame
The maimed
Those where you live and you die
That's the name of the game.
Let me explain
You must call on his name
Fall on your knees
Say God please,
And join me in the eternal party
Your throne your home
Heaven beckons you
Take the call
Remove the filthy shawl
White linen touches your leg
It reaches out.
Step
Step into your heritage
You don't have to beg
Pray with me and you'll see
Freedom
And the purpose of your life
Won't be to make love
It will be to love