In the beginning was the word
And the Word was with God
And that Word was God himself
In Him was life, and a light to men
Now that the Word has left the Church
What will be left of the sons of men
If on Him whom the Church was built
No longer have a place in the Holy terbanacle
What then shall be the fate of the saints
We have allowed self to take over
And in turn, we became prey to Hirelings
Busy doing transactions with the gifts of grace
That came to us free of any charges
In His absence, chaos reigned
In His absence, trouble doubled
Pain and heartache became our reality
We have derailed from His Vision
We've been busy building cathedrals
When we are meant to raise lives
We are busy dealing with external and finite things
We've raised structures that won't see the end of days
When we should be raising soldiers fit for His Kingdom
We've been busy doing things we ought not to
Hereby, neglecting our primary assignment
Our sole purpose of creation and calling
Oh! What a great waste it would be
When the refining fire from God comes
What a great show of sorrow shall it be
When at Bema you get to know, there had been no record
Ponder on these things Church
You who He bled and died for