The Lord’s Message

Lord speak to me with a golden tongue

My spirit is free

A stitch in time (your time dear God)

A riddle is true blue

The body of Christ I give to you

A tent in a field

Many sheep scattered around

Wolves silently creeping not making a sound

I stand on guard with my sword and shield

To the devil my spirit I will not yield

My feet are yours Lord

Standing firm with the Lord every night and day

With prayer we will make the devil pay

Holy Spirit on the warpath

Fire that has never been seen before

We Christians will have the last laugh

When we knock on Jesus’ door!