Monday, June 19, 2006
the bus rattled on.
bulldozing through the streets, anxious
to unload..
as we seek you. fire fall down.
that which, prompts eyes to look out.
secret affairs, gay world,
workers excelling at their trade. hooking.
and the multitude, bustle of activity
drowns out His still small voice.
grieving His spirit to no ends.
and i,
i saw it all,
i saw the lost and the depths,
the sinner and the sin.
and i,
i saw it all,
left in the bus, like a child
protected in a bubble
watchin the world destroy itself.
what's that? wetness on my cheek.
like drops, drifting torturously slow.
how foolish! to think of me.
when the world was out there.
we want the world to know. this is a revolution
and He, only He!
could do so. and i rejoiced. oh the harvest is ready!
but the labourers are few.
who? who?
who will go take in the harvest?
send me Lord! send me!
the bus rattled on,
bulldozing through the streets, anxious
to unload!
the workers who were to sow and reap.
sow and reap.
sow and reap.
sow and reap.
sow and reap.
sow and reap...
convicted by Your spirit, led by Your word
9:26 AM
