LIVING STONES

[verseode]

               

            Church is made of people
            A thriving rockery
            We're living stones brought in by God
            To set The Spirit free
            From all religious  claptrap
            All things bound by the past
            A wind that's blowing through the place
            Revival counterblast.

            The devil doesn't  like this
            he loves the church to die
            The ageing  flock cut off from life
            Will perish, bye and bye
            But where we are he's had it
            Unwelcome little toad
            We claim the place in Jesus name
            Send satan down the road.