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Yet The Body Limps©
Irma L Williams - 5/2009
So many Pastors, so many Preachers
So many Bishops and so many Teachers
Churches on every corner
Apostles at every turn you make
Prophets saying things not Said
Is it real or is it fake?
And yet the Body limps
Conferences and Seminars and
Classes to go to
Billboards and signs up high
Lifting up not Him, but who?
The harvest is still in the field
Waiting and sinning, and waiting
Jesus said "if I be lifted"
Why are we procrastinating?
And still the Body limps
One said "our God is bigger than yours"
Another one says "ours is better"
Different religions and denominations
Standing alone and not together
Even churches of the same religion
Fighting against each other
Where is the love that Jesus required?
Where is the "love one another"?
Yet still, the Body limps
Our World is dying, the ozone is messed up
Creation continues to groan
All economy is in a hand basket
How will we ever get home?
The sons of God need to take our place
And put Satan back in his
Put on our Armor and weapons of war
And fill him full of fears
Then, the Body will limp no more
So many Pastors, so many Preachers
So many Bishops and so many Teachers
Churches on every corner
Apostles at every turn you make
Prophets saying things not Said
Is it real or is it fake?
And yet the Body limps
Conferences and Seminars and
Classes to go to
Billboards and signs up high
Lifting up not Him, but who?
The harvest is still in the field
Waiting and sinning, and waiting
Jesus said "if I be lifted"
Why are we procrastinating?
And still the Body limps
One said "our God is bigger than yours"
Another one says "ours is better"
Different religions and denominations
Standing alone and not together
Even churches of the same religion
Fighting against each other
Where is the love that Jesus required?
Where is the "love one another"?
Yet still, the Body limps
Our World is dying, the ozone is messed up
Creation continues to groan
All economy is in a hand basket
How will we ever get home?
The sons of God need to take our place
And put Satan back in his
Put on our Armor and weapons of war
And fill him full of fears
Then, the Body will limp no more
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