RENOVATION
by Barb Irwin
c April 5, 1990
I hear foundations all around
Cracking, some crumbling to the ground.
God’s church is shaking—let it shake!
Through the pressure self-will shall break.
Self-made walls, illusions shatter,
Pretensions fall with a clatter.
God’s allowing our flesh to fail,
Man’s might and power to derail.
Satan’s strongholds are being revealed;
No dark secrets will stay concealed.
The Husbandman plows fallow ground,
Uncovering all that can be found.
No place to hide but in the Truth;
Foundations quake built from our youth.
All that’s of man will be no more—
Life won’t be like it was before.
These old wine skins can’t hold new wine,
But those God’s making will be fine.
c April 5, 1990
I hear foundations all around
Cracking, some crumbling to the ground.
God’s church is shaking—let it shake!
Through the pressure self-will shall break.
Self-made walls, illusions shatter,
Pretensions fall with a clatter.
God’s allowing our flesh to fail,
Man’s might and power to derail.
Satan’s strongholds are being revealed;
No dark secrets will stay concealed.
The Husbandman plows fallow ground,
Uncovering all that can be found.
No place to hide but in the Truth;
Foundations quake built from our youth.
All that’s of man will be no more—
Life won’t be like it was before.
These old wine skins can’t hold new wine,
But those God’s making will be fine.
Be patient while the work gets done,
And you will see the victory won.
And you will see the victory won.
No comments:
Post a Comment