Blindly groping at the door
Desiring—craving something more
Are the lost so easily ignored
Unfortunately sometimes even abhorred.
Darkness and chaos is their order
Hopelessly searching in utter disorder.
Church, we have the one answer in our heart
Yet we sit back, not doing our part.
We simply watch the world as it cries
Or turn our heads as it dies.
Wake up sleeping Church and sing
Tell the world of their King.
We are created to give Him glory,
Blessed in order to tell His story.
Answer their hopeless and desperate plea
By the name of Jesus, they can be set free.
Hold nothing back, not today or ever.
To His name be the glory forever and ever.
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