MY LORD GOD

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            My Lord God and master
            Will You tell me why
            We come here each sunday
            But don't hear Your cry
            To be still and listen
            Perhaps even try
            To let You pervade what is Yours.

            Is it through duty
            A weekly event
            The sinners repenting
            The sorrow half meant
            Put up with the music
            A modern lament
            Then home to forget all the noise.
            
            The Spirit is moving
            The Lord, He is here
            Gradually turning
            His screw on the fear
            That chains oh so many
            Who cling to the weir
            Of life giving water aflow.



            So join with the others
            The new wine surrounds
            Go splashing a plenty
            And put on the pounds
            Of overweight blessing
            That surely abounds
            When we give ourselves to The Lord.