This morning as I sit with Thee
Words come forth on bended knee
Where is Thy Church O” Living God
I sit and wait…I sit and knock.
The Church is not surrendered child
Full of self and prideful wiles
Only when they organize
Do they call to reunite.
Father tell me what this means?
Take my eyes and showeth thee..
Father lends me vision more
To see the walls still down and torn.
Only if one “church” does build
Do they show to praise Me still
If their names on banners not
They shall not come..indeed forgot.
If not birthed by their token name
It’s not worthy of their praise
Jealousy to host My work
Only in their titled church.
Sanctified I have My stones
Living thru The Cornerstone
Sendeth out My people, yes
Many refuse My Holy breath.
Words I send and speak to hearts
Thru unknown shepherds I have taught
Proclaiming gently what they hear
Yet the proclaiming Church has deafened ears.
Surrender Body of Christ to Thee!!
Turn thy ears to Me I plea
For billboards and buildings shall soon fall down
Revealing hearts not pure but proud.
Stretch Thy hands to brothers more
See Me working…follow the Lord
For I declare a TIME AT HAND
My Surrendered Church shall rise again…
(Shelly Wilson, April 19, 2015)
