Whose plan is it anyway?
I mean, didn’t He say we can’t do it our way?
All we’ve done is mess it from the very beginning
By not listening or believing.
I remember reading in the book He wrote
There would come a time when few had hope.
And just as that seemed to start
The Holy Spirit He’d impart.
“Pour him out” is what He said.
With flames of fire on their head;
Like that day in the upper room
When His church was born and began to bloom.
What happened after that is hard to say;
I suppose doctrine’s got in the way.
But Bible scholars got to “thinking”
And love for Him started sinking.
The church He started stumbled,
And like men of old they mumbled and grumbled;
Lost sight of the vision, compromised the mission,
Then convinced themselves it was their “commission.”
Whatever it was opened wide the Devil’s door
And the modern church became a whore.
She peddled lies, demanded tithes,
And preached the Law to whose surprise?
Oh, the Devil was happy at what he had done.
To him it’s just a day of fun.
But he doesn’t think about the time or hour;
Just thought he’d stolen the church’s power.
Once again the things we do are no surprise
To Him; all we do is before His eyes.
Satan attempts self-glory but only makes a mess;
Just something more for God to bless.
To Him the church is still His bride
And sets her wondering ways aside.
It’s all going to happen just like He planned
Because, well, the Universe trembles at His command!
One day will be Ezekiel’s vision,
Daniel’s dream and John’s Revelation!
The anointing of God will flow from His throne
And like a river it will flow; through Him it’s borne.
Youngsters will proclaim His story
And the old will see His glory.
The bride will be ready for that wonderful day
But not by her means; there’s but one way.
He who made all things His glory,
The very One who wrote the story,
He who lives in hearts and reshapes lives
Will unite us all in love to our own surprise.
The bride will be ready for her waiting groom,
She’ll be excited, like “in the upper room”
The Holy Spirit will pour from heart to heart
Like He did from the start.
Grace, sweet grace, do impart God’s will.
Be still my heart, be still.
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