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I Am Ekklesia, called out and set apart
Yes, I am the church, what does my name mean to you?
I Am Ekklesia, so fragmented by denominations and religions
How did I end up on this path and what shall I do?
My brothers and my sisters, you must listen to me
Children of my heart, you must help me break free
Aborted ministries and missions, my children, so lost and confused
I am the church – Oh my beloved, I’m being battered and abused
I’m pampered with concerts, cruises and fests
Annual banquets and picnics in the parks
You are entertaining me to death
Where are my revivals, tent meetings, and all night prayer?
Where are the souls that I long for?
Those destined for that great day - to meet me in the air
I am the church and you are a part of me
Awake from sleep, yes open your eyes
Purpose weeps from the alter, ignore this world’s seductive lies
Her lamentations are reverberating in this dark and sinful world
Schisms, factions and favoritism are not part of the Master’s plan
Racism, hatred and perversity must stop! Now is the time for it all to end
My purposefulness has been delayed, but cannot be denied
I am Ekklesia, the bride of Christ and I shall Arise
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