Dare You?
Dare you My Holy Word twist?
Dare you clench your tiny fist?
Dare you shake it in My face?
Dare you? dare you my anger taste?
Oh, wicked and perverse generation
You will surely see damnation
You love the world and not Me
You'd rather play than bend your knee
You play at church and think you're okay
You use My Name to get your own way
Dare you use My church to sell and buy?
Why dare you ignore Me---oh why?
Dare you wear filthy rags of self-pride
Into My presence---not trying to hide
Thinking I'm pleased with your rottenness
Calling vilest sin, "a small transgress"
Dare you?---why, yes you dare
Thinking you are My bride so fair
Where is she, My perfect church, My bride?
I see only you who are filthy inside!
I'll have no church except without sin
Without spot or wrinkle---clean without and within
Dare you let Me purge you---dare you to self die?
Pick up your cross, follow Me---I will sanctify
My bride, my church, be ye purified
I am waiting to bid you to My side
I am calling---can't you hear? Can't you see?
Dare you deny yourself and come follow Me?
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Ho, you shepherds who mislead My sheep
Ignoring the bitter herbs, feeding them only sweet
You who lulled My bride to sleep
Their blood I will lay at your feet
You gave them mush and milk skimmed
You led them in greed, My purpose dimmed
You said, "I'm okay and you are, too,
God wants the very best for you."
You didn't tell them to repent
You didn't tell them of the wrath I've sent
on My people when perverted they became
Whoring with Satan---defiling My Holy Name
You need to be the first to repent
You who are sleek, fat and content
Judgment comes first to My household
My Word is clear---you have been told
Woe unto you---you hirelings paid well
You surely have increased the ranks in Hell
But I shall have My bride---her lamps filled with oil
In spite of your lazy lack of toil
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I have a people---truly small in number
Who watch in the night---denying slumber
Sanctified and Holy they be
A bride prepared for Me
Among them are shepherds who won't compromise
Shepherds who willingly lay down their lives
They preach My word with no fear
Praying for faith in those who hear
Prepared they are by My hand
Despised and spurned by most every man
Willingly purged by the fiery trial are they
Denying self---they seek My narrow way
Never will I leave them, I love them all
They are the ones hearkening to My call
The are my pure and perfect bride
Who shall spend eternity by My side.
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