Singing The Lord's Song In A Strange Land....by the rivers of Babylon.
Singing The Lord's Song In A Strange Land....by the rivers of Babylon.
In chains of undiscerned rebellion & captivity
Engrossed with devotion to religious activity
By the rivers of Babylon, the heathen bade us sing
Sacred hymns of Zion, now anthem of unclean lips that revel in sin.
How do we sing the Lord's song in a strange way,
in a strange land?
Yet it spirals & goes so viral,
many say it's a sound of revival.
Some cry “Culture Shift," Hear the sound!”
While foundational truth is cast to the ground.
They cheer the beat, the throb, the illusion of light,
But see not the mixture & delusion in the dark night
Self undenied, man's will glorified
Where is the way of the cross?
The groaning for the lost &
disciples with aching love that count the cost?
Revival’s not in viral trends
Not on billboards with captions that trend
But broken hearts the Lord can mend.
It’s not in chants loud and proud,
But heaven's clarion call in the cloud.
Echoing truth in hearts that burn
Till vices & sin we shun & spurn
Yes a remnant cries and stands,
With harps unstrummed by Babylon’s hands.
The Spirit's wind they await to stir the trees,
till nations are brought to their knees.
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