Worship on the Rise
You say it’s not the time, that your love for me can wait…Your Worship is a waste the cheapest kind So I’m pushed aside, while you labor for your own…You’re tryin’ to get ahead with Me behind In this barren place, Your bags are full of holes…You’re sinking like the sun beneath the sand My Rod is grace So turn to Me again that you may feel the warmth of My embrace O Haggai point My Beloved to the skies O Malachi plead for a Worship on the Rise You say, “How have You loved?” Like...
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