COME, LORD JESUS

COME, LORD JESUS

Right seems wrong

Wrong seems right

Evil sings her torrid song

In the thick dark night

Folks are blind and cannot see

Their greed is the seed of war

Constantly crying, "What about me?"

"Give me, give me, give me more."

"Come into my parlor" the demon spider said

"I offer every pleasure

I've spun this lovely sticky web

I'll ruin your body and mess with your head."

Love is lost to lust

Giving is lost to greed

Riches are turned to rust

Gardens are turned to weed

Lord Jesus, I long to see You come

You will turn this world around

Darkness will give way to the Son

Your pure Holiness will abound.

Come

Lord

JESUS!

January, 2011