Waiting for that which is made of dirt and clay.
We hold tight to this visual world.
Instead of fighting with our given sword.
Evil abounds, due to our sleepy eyes.
The enemy seeks our demise.
We sit in this daze of illusion.
Give place for the world's confusion.
It is time to fight for what is God's
Time to be moved from our standing sod.
To seek Him with truth everlasting.
To share Him with a people that are passing.
To not be cowardly, for our savior.
But speak boldly, that He can show His favor.
We were given a gift to share.
God's heart is that for the lost we care.
Let His love abound for those who need.
Holy Spirit we cry out, for our prayers interceed.
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