Greek: charis: the divine influence upon the heart, and its reflection in the life; including gratitude: - acceptable, benefit, favour, gift, gracious, joy liberality, pleasure, thanksworthy.
You came to church and you sang You gave glory to God like others many You unwittingly displayed your passion for the Christ And by the stroke of your pen you made many wonder How great you are like the Son of Man
But before you continue to sing Before you utterly mention again how great God is to you and your family Consider your deeds and your resources Pause a second and take a look at the deep blue sea
For every soul you claim for God For every soul you given thanks and stood proud of For every soul you publicly proclaim saved and announce glory be to God for He is the Prince of Peace There are 10,000 more souls who had to endure 10,000 more who had to suffer and be in pain 10,000 more souls who had to cry out to God
For by the stroke of your pen you took from the 10,000 And divided up what was given them by God Just to satisfy one soul and whose name you use to proclaim God's greatness You had great musicians to entertain your selected guests And by capitalising on the thirst of others You proclaim that God paid the bill and not you But what you took from the people, the 10,000 Maybe it is time to give back to those you taken from What is not yours but in fact blessings from God for the many
By the stroke of your pen you made many pay steep for essentials By the stroke of the pen you entered into agreements to deceive many And yet you can look at the 10,000 straight in the eye And proclaim that you are merely a stewart of God's wealth You had made one at the expense of many And yet you claim God's is great and God blessed you
Behold the greatness of God has yet to begin For if the Prince of Peace were you he would have done exactly what he did in the presence of many and proclaim give to Ceasar what is Ceasar's and give to God what is God's What is before you has nothing to do with the greatness of God You are just a sly mathematician who understood the formula of deception
The time will soon come to roll Your end and your empire build with gold Will soon wrinkle and be forgotten like the unforetold But before it is too late do not do like the rich merchant Who decided not to follow Jesus or part with his gold For the gold you hold so dear shall soon be used in ways To pave the streets as though they are worthless potholes
You came to church and you sang
ReplyDeleteYou gave glory to God like others many
You unwittingly displayed your passion for the Christ
And by the stroke of your pen you made many wonder
How great you are like the Son of Man
But before you continue to sing
Before you utterly mention again how great
God is to you and your family
Consider your deeds and your resources
Pause a second and take a look at the deep blue sea
For every soul you claim for God
For every soul you given thanks and stood proud of
For every soul you publicly proclaim saved and announce
glory be to God for He is the Prince of Peace
There are 10,000 more souls who had to endure
10,000 more who had to suffer and be in pain
10,000 more souls who had to cry out to God
For by the stroke of your pen you took from the 10,000
And divided up what was given them by God
Just to satisfy one soul and whose name you use to proclaim God's greatness
You had great musicians to entertain your selected guests
And by capitalising on the thirst of others
You proclaim that God paid the bill and not you
But what you took from the people, the 10,000
Maybe it is time to give back to those you taken from
What is not yours but in fact blessings from God for the many
By the stroke of your pen you made many pay steep for essentials
By the stroke of the pen you entered into agreements to deceive many
And yet you can look at the 10,000 straight in the eye
And proclaim that you are merely a stewart of God's wealth
You had made one at the expense of many
And yet you claim God's is great and God blessed you
Behold the greatness of God has yet to begin
For if the Prince of Peace were you he would have done
exactly what he did in the presence of many and proclaim
give to Ceasar what is Ceasar's and give to God what is God's
What is before you has nothing to do with the greatness of God
You are just a sly mathematician who understood the formula of deception
The time will soon come to roll
Your end and your empire build with gold
Will soon wrinkle and be forgotten like the unforetold
But before it is too late do not do like the rich merchant
Who decided not to follow Jesus or part with his gold
For the gold you hold so dear shall soon be used in ways
To pave the streets as though they are worthless potholes